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raccoonfallsharder · 3 months

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oh my god! so i kept on telling myself that i’ll read window across the galaxy whenever i find time (haven’t really done that yet T_T it feels like i have all the time in the world and yet not enough) and i come to do my daily check of raccoonfallsharder to find out IT’S FINISHING SOON?! you work at the SPEED OF LIGHT (which is a compliment ❤️‍🩹 i am a snail and i wish i wasn’t.) but hopefully i can start binge reading WATG soon, the excerpts i’ve seen look amazing (which isn’t shocking coming from you. everything you write is a masterpiece!)

all of this to be said, i hope you’re doing okay. i know you write the Rocket Reminders for others but i hope you apply them to yourself as well. you deserve amazing things And More!

okay first of all you do a DAILY CHECK of my blog?? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ i mean that has to be an exaggeration but it’s still the sweetest fucken thing ive ever heard?? this seriously has made my whole shitty week better (hello tuesday morning, ive peaked). this whole ask is just so sweet and caring and kind. i might be tearing up in my office. thank you. i am carrying your words with me everywhere i go today, like armor ♡

secondly window will be here waiting for you whenever you’re ready babydoll. it’s not going anywhere (also you don’t gotta binge it! it’s perfectly fine to take bitesized chomps)

thirdly snails are incredibly important. they’re recyclers and pollinators and they are very cute when drinking water. there is nothing wrong with taking time, and fanfic writing should be enjoyable — not something to punish or pressure yourself about. 6 out of 10 experts agree that in all likelihood, trying to rush something like this is just a result of capitalism convincing you of the lie that “productivity” (whatever that is) is the most important thing. the other 4/10 say that you would have more time to create if it weren’t for capitalism in the first place, so it’s still not your fault. anyway the point is please keep being a lovely perfect snail going at your own lovely perfect pace and don’t be too hard on yourself

finally here’s an extra window excerpt (the very beginning) just for you ♡♡♡ may your day be full of soft and happy moments, you gorgeous winter sunrise, and may you feel loved & cared for every second

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The Eclector is dark and, despite the raucous laughter and fighting of the crew, every footfall on the gridded catwalks seems to echo. It smells like rust and oil and old metal, and sometimes sweat, and there’s generally very little that is pleasant about it.

But Kraglin Obfonteri had sent word that the Yondu clan had recently overtaken a Xandaran luxury liner. Among its treasures, there had been a pretty vast art collection, and Jolie is a reliable assessor and - for some of the more common mediums, as well as a few blindingly unique ones - a restorer. It’s not the first time she’s contracted her services out to a Ravager crew. Hell, it’s not even the first time she’s worked with the Yondu Clan. She crosses paths with them at least once every fifteen cycles or so.

So here she is, following some hulking brute named Taserface and dodging when pirates on the catwalk above decide to spit over the side.

What a way to spend my morning, she thinks. There better be something worthwhile in this pile of junk.

They finally leave the belly of the ship and Taserface leads her through a network of cargo holds and corridors, trying to make very awkward conversation and occasionally leering at her. Jolie is a consummate professional, though, and she’s dealt with a lot of creeps. She keeps a polite smile on her lips and a dead look in her eyes. She’d been hoping today’s escort would be the aforementioned Kraglin, or maybe fellow-Terran Peter Quill. Pete’s been family since Jolie met him - almost seven years ago - even if they don’t usually see each other more than once every few cycles at most. He’s a handful of years older than her, but his relative optimism still makes her feel like he’s a sweet, annoying little brother. Frankly, it pulls some heartstrings, because Jolie has baggage where younger siblings are concerned.

Kraglin, on the other hand, is a remarkably endearing moron, and Jolie kind of adores him, the same way she adores particularly stupid cats.

Unfortunately, Jolie gathers that Pete has apparently disappeared in his M-Ship without a word - much to the irritation of the rest of the Yondu clan - and Obfonteri is offsite on orders from the captain, engaging in some kind of criminal activity or another. So here she is, stuck with a guy who could’ve picked any name in the galaxy and settled on Taserface.

Each chamber the pirate guides her through is packed with stolen goods, and she keeps her eyes open in case there’s some incredible artistic masterpiece that has somehow escaped the haul he’s currently taking her to examine. No luck so far, and Taserface is pulling ahead of her, trying to impress her by droning on about some recent brawl he’s been in. She zones out of the conversation, only smiling placidly and nodding vacantly when he glances back at her.

They pass another corridor, this one even more abandoned, and enter yet another chamber. More goods are stacked all around, a disorganized horde of stolen treasures: casks of silverwine from Vanaheim, crates of shimmering pearls from Morag, pleasure-bots from Contraxia. At the far end, she sees what looks like the corner of a cage.

Her eyes narrow, and her head tilts.

That’s unusual.

Normally, bounties are housed in the caged cells lining the main corridors just off the belly of the ship - not hidden, and not mixed in with the loot. As they draw closer, Jolie can just make out a shadow shifting inside - something the size of a kid.

Her blood runs cold.

She’d heard Yondu and his crew had already been exiled from the loose coalition of Ravager clans due to trafficking children, but she’d thought they’d stopped doing that years ago, when Pete had come on board. Is that why this cage is hidden way out here?

They draw closer, and she catches a glimpse of fur moving behind the rusted bars. Out here in space, that doesn’t mean anything in particular: it could still be a child. Her stomach becomes a stone in her gut, and she knows she's not leaving this stupid fucking ship without knowing what's going on, and making sure everything is okay. She’s got enough units on her that she can probably afford one or two kids, maybe a few if she needs to - a bribe more than a purchase, she thinks, and a mean fucking talking-to for Yondu Udonta. But if he's making some kind of a habit out of this, she’s going to need a lot more resources than she currently has available to her.

And maybe he’s not. She's trying very hard not to jump to conclusions, because to be honest - despite his reputation - Yondu really doesn’t seem like the type to continue engaging in this shit. And she kind of likes him, like the grumpy old uncle she's never had.

Taserface keeps heading straight across the chamber to the other door, boasting and blathering, but Jolie’s drawn to the cage. Smoothly - never breaking stride - she veers to the left, and her tour guide doesn't even notice.

The metal box is about three feet tall, sitting on top of a knee-high crate scrawled with the words “sovereign porn” in Kree - lovely, Jolie thinks drily - and there’s definitely a lifeform inside. She leans in just a bit, and catches a flash of bright eyes and teeth and - she thinks that’s a ringed tail, and a mask.

That can’t be right.

Her eyes scan him again, and yeah: the caged creature looks almost like a raccoon from back home, but he’s standing upright on his hindlegs and…yep, he is most certainly wearing pants.

The lifeform rears back: teeth bared in a vicious, silent snarl, ears flat against his skull. In this position, she can see some kind of metal has been embedded in his chest. The fur around it - and in a few other places - has long since stopped growing due to scarring, and the flesh around the metal itself looks painfully inflamed. Her heart slams into her sternum and her stomach drops.

“Oh, love,” she breathes out, unthinking. “What did they do to you?”

The raccoon tilts his head to one side, eyes bright with biting intelligence, and she could swear he’s practically sneering. He opens his mouth and for all the world, she almost thinks he’s going to answer her.

Taserface interrupts any miraculous revelations with his too-loud, too-boastful voice, suddenly behind her, leaning too close. “T’was the High Evolutionary Hisself what cut the critter up and stitched it back together. Replaced some of its bones with new ones and made it walk like it’s tryin’ to be a man.”

She straightens and stares up at him, and the asshole chuckles, like it’s funny.

Jolie makes a noise in her throat before she can stop it. “Nope. Don’t like that.”

She turns back, still eyeballing the creature on the other side of the rusty bars. It’s shadowy in there, but she’d guess he’s maybe three-feet tall with change. And if he is a raccoon - and he sure does look like one - he’s probably already plotting his escape.

She gnaws on her lower lip. “And where are you all taking him now?”

Taserface looks at her like she’s an idiot. Maybe she is.

“Back t’ HalfWorld an’ the High Evolutionary, a’course.”

Her head snaps around to face him so quickly that something in her neck audibly cracks, sending a hot flare of pain up the back of her skull. She ignores it. “So they can torture him some more?”

Taserface shrugs and glowers and spits dismissively. “It'll be two hunnert-thousand units.”

Jolie sucks in a breath through her teeth. That’s more than…well, that’s more than a few children.

She looks at the rusted bars, and back to her brute of a tour guide, and sighs heavily. Slowly, she turns back to the cage, swaying toward the bars so she can peer in at eye-level. She’s immediately face-to-face with the creature. His ears are still pressed flat against his head, fur bristling, and he’s gazing back, clearly suspicious and probably - justifiably - feeling more than a little bit mean. She’s suddenly certain that if she got close enough, he’d take out her eyes.

There’s no helping herself, is there? Goddamn, she’s an idiot. One corner of her mouth twists up in exhausted resignation and she sighs.

“Welp,” she says solemnly to the raccoon with a polite nod, “fuck me, my dude.”

Swiftly, she stands back up, turning to Taserface and flattening her palms together in front of her with a soft clap. Her fingers lace together and she presses her knuckles to her lips in half a prayer. She’s not going to think about the consequences too much. Not till later, anyway. She’s going to move through these next moments in a flurry, a manufactured whirlwind: partly so she doesn’t second-guess herself, and partly to keep Taserface from applying too much critical thinking to anything she’s about to say.

She imagines that second part should be easy.

“It looks like it’s Udonta’s lucky day, because I happen to have two-hundred-and-thirty thousand units on hand, and I’ve always wanted a raccoon.”

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downrightembarassing · 2 years

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It’s just self indulgent smut guys

F/M reader insert with Yondu

Idk how to tag. Sorry in advance.

———————

It had started out as a pretty normal night. With the Eclector II cruising through space there wasn’t much to do on the ship besides general housekeeping and maintenance. The crew met in the mess early to start the night’s drinking and general debauchery. You sit at what counts as the bar and sip your drink, watching the crew settle in to the business of getting ridiculously drunk.

You’d been with this crew for 5 months, and had no intention of leaving. From working in a scrap yard on a shit hole little planet to traveling through space with the rowdiest group of alcoholics you’d ever met. It was nothing like you’d expected your life to be but you weren’t complaining. No complaints here. Not one.

Yondu Udonta, the man who’d rescued you from that scrap heap, walked into the mess. His commanding presence filled the room and your felt your heart flutter just a bit. From the first moment he walked up to you and offered you a job you’d been hooked. He was incredibly attractive in a rugged sort of way, his deep gravely voice did things to your libido you’d better not focus on now, and you’d gone to sleep most nights imagining his rough hands traveling over your body. He was your captain, treated you fairly, and was completely off limits. Hell, he never even looked your way. Focusing on your drink, you shove the fantasy to the back of your mind. Better to have a job and keep your desire for him private. No complaints….well maybe one complaint.

——-

After the first round of drinks there was a surprise to break up the monotony. The crew of the Milano, the infamous Guardians of the Galaxy, were in the same quadrant and decided to stop by for a visit. As they stepped into the mess and were greeted by Yondu and the rest of the crew you took the opportunity to take a peek at them. Peter Quill was the first one to catch your eye, you hadn’t seen another Terran since you left earth. He carried himself with the cocksure arrogance you expected from the stories and reminded you of the fighter pilot jocks you knew back on earth.

More interesting was your captains response to Quill. Yondu broke into a wide, genuine grin and slapped his adopted son hard on the back.

“Miss me you old blue bastard?”

“Nah, it’s been nice ‘n quiet here without ya fuckin’ things up.”

Quill laughed and looked around as the rest of the Guardians spread amongst the crew. Trying not to stare, you enjoyed watching the breakup of the normal nightly routine.

Rocket, you’d heard about him but still stared a bit longer at the talking raccoon, loudly demanded a drink. Drax was right behind him. Gamora and her sister Nebula wandered over to Kraglin and began a discussion. The excitement died down as the Guardians mingled with the Ravegers and you went back to enjoying your drink.

——-

Yondu leaned against the bar, drink in hand, and chatted with Peter. It had been a while since he’d seen his kinda-adopted-son. Peter glanced around the room, noticed another Terran, and shot Yondu a sly look.

“Another Terran? And this ones a woman!” Peter mused “where’d you pick her up?”

Yondu contemplated his drink for a moment. He knew exactly where the conversation was headed with Peter and resigned himself to watching it unfold.

“Found her workin’ in a scrap yard. She’s a damn good mechanic, so we signed her up.”

Peter’s eyes twinkled “She’s pretty damn cute to be wrenching on your junk. Maybe she’d like to take a look at my junk.”

Yondu sighed. “Easy there boy. Tha whole crew’s taken a pass at her and she ain’t interested.” Internally he sighed again. She was damn cute. Wincing slightly he remembered some very vivid dreams about the Terran mechanic, including the one this morning. At least he wasn’t the only one on the ship suffering.

Peter pouted slightly, then brightened up. “She’s Terran man, she won’t want some alien dick. Lucky I’m here.” He considered this “I’ve never been with a Terran before.”

Yondu rolled his eyes as Peter winked at him and sauntered away.

——-

You’ve got a slight buzz going and are enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere around the mess. Kraglin’s on your right, chatting about the status of some of the ships in the maintenance bay, and an empty stool is to your left. Kraglin’s halfway through a lecture on cooling systems, and mostly through his third drink, when his eyes light up and a broad smile stretches across his face.

“Pete!” He yells, and reaches for the man walking up to you.

“Hey Krags! How’s it….hey stop….fuck dude stop!” Peter’s smooth approach is ruined as Kraglin grabs him in a headlock and wrestles him halfway to the ground.

You turn in your seat to watch the scuffle with an amused expression. Boys will be boys you think to yourself and smirk. It’s entertaining watching the high and mighty guardian reduced to a sputtering younger brother.

Peter manages to untangle himself and straightens his jacket. Smoothing his hair back he holds a hand out to you.

“I’m Peter Quill, people call me StarLord.” He says with a wink.

Internally you grimace. Definitely a fighter jock, or close enough. At least you know how to deal with the attitude.

“I’m Y/N” as you shake the offered hand and laugh “Looks like it doesn’t take much to get the jump on you StarLord. Kraglin is on his third drink and didn’t seem to have a problem”

Undaunted, Peter tried another approach.

“Never mind about Krags. So you’re from Terra?” His eyes travel up your frame “it’s been a long time since I’ve seen another Terran. How about we head over to a corner table and…reminisce”

You smile sweetly at Peter. Kraglin snickers behind him. He’s seen that smile before, and knows the StarLord is getting nothing tonight.

“That sounds fascinating Mr. Quill” you reply “but I need to finish up the plan for tomorrow with Kraglin here before he gets too drunk. Nice to meet you, it’s been…educational .” You turn back to Kraglin and firmly ignore the man behind you.

Peter stares at your back for half a second before smoothing his hair again and wandering away. He’s slightly deflated, but the night is young. Maybe after a couple more drinks she’ll be more open he thinks. Yeah, just keep by her and make sure she leaves with you.

——-

Yondu smirks as Peter walks back up to him. He’d watched the whole exchange and is perversely happy Y/N had shot Pete down. At least it wasn’t an aversion to alien dicks.

“I’ll get her” Peter mumbles as he grabs a drink and joins him “she’s busy now, but once I turn the charm on she’ll be begging for it.”

“Don’t get yer hopes up Pete” Yondu replies “Now tell me what ya idiots have been up to.”

——-

The night continues. You manage to get a plan nailed down with Kraglin before he becomes too incoherent. When he stumbles off you find yourself drawn into a conversation with Gamora and Nebula, chatting about the life of a woman in a male dominated industry. Slowly the other Guardians trickle in and your circle grows. Kraglin settles himself next to you and strikes up a conversation with Drax. Their personalities are…different but you fit in well and are enjoying yourself immensely.

Drinks flow, the stories get rowdier, and Rocket has to be restrained only once over a spilled drink.

Peter sits down with the group. He’d watched you all night, making sure your drink was full. Now he’s got a wicked twinkle in his eye.

“In honor of having two Terran’s on board I’m thinking we should play a Terran game.” He smiles. “Since Y/N and I are the only ones who’ve played this I think we should mix it up a bit.”

Arching an eyebrow at him you ask “what do you have in mind?”

“Spin the bottle!” He shouts “with a twist. Spin the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven.”

You laugh, choking on your drink slightly. “Yeah I never played those games Pete. Probably not the best idea anyway with the amount of alcohol this group has consumed.”

“Aw cmon, it’ll be fun!” He replies with another wink “unless you’re chicken.”

All his winking is getting annoying.

“I ain’t no chicken!” Rocket shouts. “I ain’t no chicken about nothin’. What’s the game StarSack.”

Briefly Peter explains the rules. Spin a bottle, lord knows there’s plenty of empty ones laying around, and spend 7 minutes in a closet with the person it lands on. Looking around the circle you note the mishmash of genders and….species. It could be very entertaining and, while kissing is implied, you don’t have to do anything more than stare at each other in a closet.

Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you shrug and the rest of the circle agrees. While Peter hunts for the perfect bottle you glance around the mess. Most of the Ravagers are either passed out or have stumbled off to bed. Yondu is sitting at a bench behind your little group, talking intensely with one of the navigation techs.

Your eyes linger on his broad back. The one person on this whole damn ship who hadn’t tried to get you in bed and…..the one person you’d climb into bed with. Everything about him, down to that deep gravely voice, made your knees weak. Thinking of spending 7 minutes in a dark closet with him, those big hands running across your body, jagged teeth nicking your lower lip….well it was enough to know you’re going to have a little trouble getting to sleep after this. Shaking your head you focus on the group in front of you. Yondu had treated you with nothing but what was expected of a Captain you remind yourself. So you push down the attraction and reminded yourself it’s a lot better to continue to have a job…again. Flirting with the Captain is a bad idea.

Peter walks back to the circle, a large empty liquor bottle in hand. Setting it in the center he smirks at you. It was the perfect excuse to get you alone. And he was confident after 7 minutes with HIM you wouldn’t be saying no. The bottle was the perfect size, and he knew he could spin it just right to make it land where he wanted.

“So I’ll go first” he smirks reaching for the bottle.

“No! Ladies first!” Nebula shouts, slapping Peter’s hand away. “I want to try this primitive Terran custom.”

She reaches forward and gives the bottle a twist. It spins round and round while the whole circle watches with baited breath. Slowly….slowly the bottle comes to a stop. Seven pairs of eyes trace the length of the bottle, following the line up from the tip, straight into Kraglin’s panicked expression.

“…me?!” he squeaks

“You are acceptable. Come on” Nebula stands up, grabs Kraglin by the collar, and hauls him after her. He mouths “help” with pleading eyes but everyone is frozen. Plus helping him would go against the rules.

Nebula shouts “start the timer!” as the closet door slams closed.

No one speaks for the whole seven minutes. When the timer goes off Gamora slowly gets up to gently tap on the door.

Another second passes.

The door slams open and Nebula steps out. “I enjoy this game, we will have to play it again.”

Kraglin stumbles out with a dazed expression on his face. His hair is messed and his jumpsuit is zipped further down. He licks his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah it’s nice….really nice”

The entire group roars with laughter. Drax is pounding Kraglin on the back and the first mate loses a bit of the glassy eyed expression. Yondu turns around to see what the commotion is about, rolls his eyes, and resumes his conversation. Fucking hooligans, the whole lot of them.

Nebula fixes you with her black gaze and gestures to the bottle. “Your turn human.”

Peter starts foreword. “Now listen Y/N, you’ll want to spin the bottle like this” he gestures with his hand “just so. Can’t have it landing on someone you don’t want” and he jerks his eyes at Groot with a mischievous smile on his face.

“I think I can manage spinning a bottle Peter” you reply sarcastically. “Anyway, I’d enjoy a nice conversation with Groot” you laugh reaching forward.

The bottle spins and spins while everyone watches. It slowly stops it’s rotation, coming closer and closer to Peter. His eyes light up in excitement, but the bottle continues just past him and points straight at Yondu’s broad back.

“YONDU!” Rocket howls with laughter “you got YONDU!”

“He’s not even playing!” Shouts Peter “That bottle was definitely headed towards me!”

“I disagree Quill” interjects Drax “I am next to you and the bottle continued towards me.”

“Fuck all you, it’s pointed at Yondu!” Rocket shouts before dissolving into more laughter. “He’s so old” the raccoon snorts, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

Yondu’s had enough. It’s hard to concentrate on his conversation when the pack of jackals behind him keeps yelling his name. He swings a leg over the bench and turns around.

“What in tha name of hell are y‘all cackling’ ‘bougt” he snarls.

He sees the circle, the rat howling, Peter and Drax glaring at each other, and everyone else laughing.

Except you. You’re staring at the bottle on the ground pointed directly at him. Slowly you raise your eyes to meet his. Unconsciously you lick your lips.

Peter grins sheepishly. “Well we’re playing a game….”

“And what is this ‘game’”

Briefly Peter outlines the rules, looking more and more like a kid caught doing something naughty.

Rocket has recovered enough to screech out “It landed on YOU! Y/N’s gotta go in the closet with your old ass!” before dissolving back into laughter. He gasps for breath “unless you’re chicken.”

Yondu looks back and meets your gaze. He cocks his head arches a non-existent eyebrow. You blush.

“Imma get no peace with tha rat like this doll, an’ I ain’t no chicken” he says to you “we’ll just sit there and I’ll tell ya the story of Quill pissin’ himself.”

“Not fuckin’ cool man!” Peter shouts

Yondu ignores Peter and watches you. You’re blushing deeply now, and won’t meet his eyes. Originally he had planned to sit and talk, anything to shut the drunk raccoon up, but now wonders. She’s actin’ all shy and nervous. Almost like…

——-

You can feel yourself blushing furiously, while your earlier daydream about Yondu in the closet races through your head. Dread fills you as you consider the next seven minutes, close enough to touch the man you desperately want, but unable to do anything. Gathering a forced air of indifference you stand up and follow Yondu to the closet. Regardless of what you’re feeling, it’s funny as hell seeing Quill’s reaction.

You look back at Peter’s upset expressing and give him that sweet smile.

“I can’t wait to hear that story Pete” and you laugh at his groan of embarrassment as Yondu closes the door behind you.

——-

It’s almost pitch black in the closet.

You take a deep breath, settling yourself. Nothing is going to happen and it’s honestly better that you can’t see Yondu you think to yourself. Just two grown adults locked in a closet together. Totally normal.

“So about Peter pissing himself…” you prompt.

“Don’t wanna talk ‘bought Quill” his deep rasping voice comes from behind you.

You jump slightly. He’s a lot closer than you expected in the dark.

“I saw ya lick yer lips….”

He steps closer and you can feel the heat from his body. He smells nice, bourbon, leather, and woodsmoke. Reflexively you lean a little closer to the warmth.

“I saw yer blush….”

Large warm hands slide down your sides and settle on your hips. You twitch slightly. Those hands tighten and pull you back against his frame. The belts and buckles on his duster press into your back. A small moan escapes your lips.

You can almost feel his smirk in the darkness, his lips pulling back from those jagged teeth. You can feel him bend his head and warm breath washes across the back of your neck.

“I’m thinkin’ ya haven’t been honest with yer Capt’n sugar.” He’s closer now, his voice next to your ear. “I’m thinkin’ yer sayin’ no all them boys fer a reason.”

“Captain…I….”

He doesn’t let you finish. Bending his head further he attaches his mouth to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder meet. His teeth hold you in place while he allows his hands to start roaming over your body.

You’re trying desperately to hold your moans to a quiet level. In the back of your mind you can’t believe this is happening.

His hands become more insistent, roaming under your shirt and circling around your breasts. He pulls you back deeper into the closet until he’s sitting on a crate and your back is against his chest, ass pressed into him, and legs open across his thighs.

“Captain” you gasp “what…”

“Shhhh darlin’ I only got six minutes left and I’m gonna enjoy ‘em” he growls against your neck as his stubble tickles your sensitive skin.

A small part of your brain is screaming this is insane, it’s a bad idea, you can’t hook up with your Captain in a damn closet! There’s people out there! It’s the Captain!

But your body has other ideas. Unconsciously you press back into him, grinding your ass into his groin. Every pass of his hands is sending sparks to the heat building in your core and you’re almost panting in his arms. The feel of his teeth scraping slowly towards your shoulder sends shivers up and down your spine. It’s sweet torture and you’re desperate for more.

His mouth comes back up to your ear.

“Five minutes”

His right hand abandons toying with your nipple in favor of sliding down your stomach and covering your sex. He begins to knead his fingers, stimulating you through the layers of leather and cotton. It feels amazing but you’re desperate for more contact.

“Please” you gasp out, not entirely sure what you’re even asking for. All you can focus on is the feel of his rough hands teasing and caressing your body.

You can feel Yondu smirk into the skin of your neck. His hand moves to your zipper and opens it. Pushing your cotton thong to the side he begins to explore your most intimate area.

Your entire body tenses as your pants are opened, you almost protest because this has gone far enough. From a working relationship to his hand down your pants in less than five minutes? You feel like you really should say something. But then his fingers tease your entrance, wetting them and coming back up to circle your clit. A whimper rips from your throat, your back arches, and your legs spread wider to give him easier access.

“Four minutes” and you can hear the laughter in his voice “but yer so wet fer me darlin’ I ain’t gonna need that long.”

He slides his hand lower, pressing a thick finger deep inside you and slowly pumping in and out. Your moan is low and guttural and your hips twitch, desperate for more friction. Yondu laughs again and wraps other arm around your waist pressing you into him while holding you still.

“Ya like that sugar? Like bein’ teased by ya Capt’n?”

You finally manage to string some words together.

“Yes…fuck…..yes please. Oh god Captain…..please” you whine out.

“Ya gonna let me fuck ya? Take ya back to my room an’ wreck ya? Make ya scream?”

“Yes yes fuck yes….please” you moan out. Your entire body clenches at the thought of doing more with the large Centarian.

“Atta girl” he growls into your ear “three minutes”

At the word three Yondu pushes another finger into your dripping pussy and begins to pump harder. The heel of his hand rubs against your clit bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as you lose yourself to the sensations he’s pulling from your body.

Yondu looks down at your flushed figure, barely visible in the darkness. You’re squirming is his lap, ass rubbing against his erection. All the dreams, all the times he’s imagined having you like this, needy and shivering at his touch, don’t compare to the real thing. The whimpers and moans pouring from your lips and your juices flowing over his hand are driving him to the breaking point. He wants nothing more than to flip you over and bury himself in your quivering flesh. Patience he tells himself with a wiry smile, patience has never been his strong suit, you’ll have her soon enough.

“Two minutes” he says to himself as much as you. His breathing has gone ragged and there’s a snarl on his face.

You can feel the pressure of your climax building. The pleasure his hands and mouth are bringing you push every other thought from your mind. You couldn’t tell him to stop even if you could speak at this point.

He rasps in your ear “cum for me darlin’. Cum so I can wreck ya all over again” as he curls his fingers slightly to reach a spot deep inside you and pumps harder.

Your entire body convulses at his words. With what little presence of mind you have left you slap your hand over your mouth before a scream of pleasure issues out. Tremors wrack your body as a deep rolling climax consumes you, leaving you writhing and moaning as you sag back into Yondu’s solid frame. Yondu doesn’t stop until you’ve ridden through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure. Panting and shaking you can’t do much besides enjoy the aftershocks.

“One minute” he growls into your ear “gotta get ya back together before Quill rips open tha door.” He can feel the slick heat from you coating his hand and dripping on to his leathers. His cock is pressing almost painfully hard against his pants and he’s borderline desperate to get you into his bed.

You’d like to enjoy the feelings rolling through your body. Post orgasm bliss from the man you’d dreamed about makes you disregard anything else.

“Fuck Quill”

“Nah sugar, I’ve been wantin’ this fer ages. Not gonna share now.” Comes Yondu’s reply “Git yer ass in gear.” as he gropes in the dark for a rag.

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Peter is anxiously awaiting the timer to go off as he sits next to the closet door. As soon as the chime sounds he reaches for the door only to snatch his hand back as it opens.

Yondu’s solid frame fills the doorway. He’s got a cocky grin plastered on his face as he slowly wipes his right hand off with an old towel.

“Yer in luck Quill, didn’t have a chance ta tell her that story.” he moves away from the door and his grin widens, flashing his jagged teeth. “Imma head ta bed, don’t fuck anythin’ up now.” He turns and reaches back into the closet “come on darlin’…”

Peter looks beyond Yondu and sees you stumble slightly as you blink in the light. He takes in your glassy eyed expression, mussed hair, and the slight hickey forming on your neck. There’s no way he thinks. Absolutely no way.

The rest of the group is quiet, eyes wide as they take in your state and Yondu’s smug expression.

“Oh. My. God. You actually did it!!!” Screeches Rocket.

The raccoon’s comment shakes you out of your daze and you meet his stare.

“Yeah” you lick your lips “and I’m going to do it again.”

Yondu’s laughter roars around the mess hall. He wraps an arm around your hips and directs you towards the hallway leading to his cabin.

Peter’s loud cussing follows you and Yondu out of the room.

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader #writing

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0poole · 1 year

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I’ve never hated a movie this much in a long time

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 made me so mad that I'm breaking this random rambling blog out of retirement

I'm seriously the "enjoy everything" guy. I'm not really interested in Marvel much at all anymore, but I do honestly expect to go to a Marvel movie and have a good, simple time. But like… for some reason this one feels like a special kind of bad. I guess that's because the solution to all my genuine problems was so close.

The ONE thing I genuinely, honestly believe is an issue is that this movie isn't about Rocket enough. Everything else is stylistic junk I should've expected to have an issue with, cuz of course modern Marvel art style is just, like, awful (because it's not fully animated). But I swear

Here's the pitch: Keep all of Rocket's flashbacks as is, and keep the overall current time throughline of the crew trying to save him, but SERIOUSLY cut them down. Like, a lot a lot.Pretty much any time any form of Rocket (near-dead or young) was genuinely good content. Obviously super grim and intense for a Marvel movie, but I feel like something like that was basically guaranteed to be his backstory anyway, so I was actually hoping to see it through. Also, Floor (spider bunny) was so utterly perfect that I honestly might buy a plush of her (him? them?) and thus end up fuelling the very thing I'm criticizing in this post but I can't help it, they were a seriously amazing design. And I even have a disagreement with some of the criticism, I'm hearing from multiple (2) places that people (two people) didn't like how the main villain was so utterly despicable that they didn't like it, while I actually like him. Maybe it's my character designer brain both liking purple and also his tacked-on skinface. His weird eccentricness was really fitting for someone who believed he was god. I think the only reason he felt so despicable was because he was abusing animals, while I think if he was just your average planet-conqueror he would either be a little fun or boring. I also really liked the line someone (I think Quill) said where his crew were basically responsible for certain whole civilizations across the universe, and that they would actually call them gods.

The problem was everything in between these scenes. They tried to make this a Guardians movie when it really should've been a Rocket Raccoon movie. And yeah, I get that they wanted to call it a Guardians movie, but they still made it so much of Rocket's movie that every random interpersonal conflict not involving Rocket just felt like filler junk. I guess the fact that I knew these conflicts would be resolved by the end of the movie made them feel like petty squabbling in the moment. It's even worse with Quill and Gamora, because I honestly thought Gamora was straight-up dead from the Infinity War junk, but I guess she's just back now, minus her memories? I used to think I understood what was going on with the whole Marvel Cinematic Multiverse but I guess now I have to admit I'm out of the loop. Was there some series that established what happened to her that I heard nothing about? I don't remember one but there also have been like dozens coming out and being announced a month so I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Same goes with the Soviet space dog, although that was clearly meant to be a much less deep character so I could excuse it then. I do like the prospect of the Guardians as characters being more like a rotating cast instead of a set group.

(Also the whole concept of the Yondu-tech with the whistling and the arrow and such is still one of the coolest character design traits ever. I still will keep that much true to my heart)

But yeah anyway, not only did I really not care about most of the "important" stuff happening with the current-time shenanigans, the fact that they had the usual Marvel jokiness about it half of the time really caused some serious tonal whiplash at some points. Like, in the flashback where Purple Guy (I don't remember his name if he had one) shoots all Rocket's buddies to death and as Lila utters her last dying wish to see the sky it still cuts back to the random group banter of the other characters just being goofballs amidst the chaos. Seriously? We just witnessed the most traumatizing event in a cartoon animal's life, where his friends were murdered right before his eyes by his captor, and we still go back to that? Can't we just have some kind of emotional parachute? Maybe like a cutaway to some little trinket Rocket kept around that reminded him of them? Or at least Groot watching over the holograms they had in that meatball they stole so we can share the emotions with one of the characters?

And really, the thing that really capped it all off with the worst possible ending was the fact that Rocket didn't fucking murder the Purple Guy. What kind of catharsis is that? He literally could've just held the gun to his head and shot him dead, but I guess for some reason the Guardians have this bullshit pathos to bad guys, even though they just DON'T. They murdered dozens of random soldiers to get to where they were, BUT FOR SOME REASON THE SOLE CAUSE OF IT ALL DESERVES TO LIVE (or die ambiguously in a ship explosion, still is bullshit). Purple Guy deserved all the pain and suffering he inflicted on not only Rocket but literally all of his creations, even his lackeys, and yet for some reason they couldn't just shoot him. And not even that, but they (Nebula) clearly didn't have an issue stabbing that Sovereign guy in the heart. Was somehow terrorizing their town more bad than destroying an entire planet of your own creation? And the worst part is that Rocket was kind of defeatist about it too, like he sounded like he wanted to shoot him, but thought his buddies would be mad at him, even though his buddies were the ones killing everyone to save him. Quill literally said verbatim to Groot "Okay you can kill them all now" and then jumped off a ship to drive one of the scientist guys into the ground to scoop out his fucking brains. And even Groot, the guy who seems like he should be the most pacifistic of them all, fucking launched his arm into one of the experiments' throats to gore him from the inside with his spiky branches. Are you fucking kidding me? Even I was like "This is the shit they would rather show kids instead of a naked boob?"

Seriously. A boob on screen would send this up to like an R rating nowadays, but apparently that, or multiple situations where one of the experiments' heads gets torn off, or their body gets sliced in half, or idk maybe a guy shooting fucking innocent little animals keeps it at a safe family film rating. Shit's like a normalized Liveleak video.

And one last thing before I get to the less important stuff, Quill had the audacity to be the fake out death at the end when Rocket was clearly the only emotional core of the movie. It would've been so much more impactful if Rocket was the one who nearly died there. We saw his trauma all over screen, he saved his (other) animal buddies, and if doing so nearly cost him his life that would've been so much more impactful. Plus, the fact that he's not the mainest of the main characters also means there's a small chance he might actually fully die there. AND let's not forget the fact that in like the first or second movies, the exact same thing happened to Quill before and literally all they had to do to save him was to put a helmet on him. How could no one on their whole spacefaring colony have some sort of helmet to just throw out to him? Like this is turbonerd-critic-who-cares-way-too-much-about-plot-holes territory but I'm genuinely annoyed at that scene. I think it pisses me off because it wasn't just some throwaway detail in the past movies, it was the biggest deal because I think it was like Gamora or Yondu or someone who passed over their only helmet to save him, so the fact that that's how you help someone dying in the vacuum of space being so present in this series and they just completely ignored it just shows serious lack of care on whoever chose that to be the case's part.

I feel like I should leave it at that for the serious stuff, but I obviously have a lot of random stylistic annoyances that are obviously just par for the course and I really shouldn't be angry about but I still am so

The simplest one is the music, and I feel like this annoys me more because my dad specifically actually really likes music choices like this. I realized this about him when we watched Lightyear and he was explicitly disappointed that Starman wasn't directly in the movie even though it was in all the trailers. He said something like "Movies need to have good music in them" which in principle I agree with, but the fact that he basically meant it as "Movies need to insert more classic songs into their movies" kind of annoys me honestly. I can actually like it in the first Guardians movie since back then it was a unique vibe for superhero stuff to have, but now it's so beaten down that I am really just over it. Really here specifically I have no right to be annoyed since it is truly a part of the Guardians brand, but yeah it is annoying. I do want movies to have good music, but good ORIGINAL music. Like either songs made for the movie (Sunflower and What's Up Danger, again Spiderverse does it right) or actually, somehow, make a score that actually has any degree of staying power at all. Between the "Oh I remember that song haha!" moments was still the most generic "I'm a movie" drivel. It almost made the emotional climaxes for anything besides Rocket's backstory feel really overblown because of how hard they tried to make the music carry the very shallow emotional weight of all of it. And the funny thing is that I do actually know an example, and it's Unicorn Warriors Eternal. Only 3 episodes so far and it's already one of the best cartoons I've seen, and it manages to have a completely original score that doesn't sound like it's trying to be a standalone track you buy the single for, and still matches the tone of the scene its all used for too. There have been multiple points where I've been taken aback at the score being both catchy in its own right but being really good and fun for the goofy scenes its used in. Modern cartoons are still the pinnacle of stories honestly I swear

And I guess I'm basically just going to be saying that all again because this has officially been the worst of both CGI and Practical Effects at the same time. Neither are good. Both suck. Both were terrible in this movie. Every fantastical property ever should be fully animated (or at least have impressive artistry on display like Dark Crystal or something, even though I still don't really like Dark Crystal).

The most hilariously bad part was unfortunately a part of Rocket's backstory, in the weird evolution chambers the purple guy made, where he puts in a completely normal, real animal, presses a button, and the animal turns into a crazy CGI fest transformation sequence, then literally a guy in an animal mascot costume. I can't believe it. Did no one in the editing bay look at that and think "That's what we're going with? Really?" And here's the solution: Just do it with CGI. This is where practical effects completely suck ass. Shit looked like one of the classic TMNT movies. Even if the CGI wouldn't nearly be animated correctly to truly mimic real life, it would've at least not looked pathetic. Stupid is better than pathetic. And Rocket and all the cyborg experiments are CGI anyway, as is everything else in the movie, so like… was it to save money? Do they not have money anymore? What's the point of me buying a Floor plush if they're just gonna pull trash like this?

The iffy part was with the humanoid animals in the suburb on Counter-Earth, because I truly got the joke (weird animal people in a super generic American landscape), but it still was almost too ridiculous to even get the joke good enough. I was so close to enjoying it, but I still think it would've been better if they all were extra weird in the way only CGI could provide. Think about it, a weird blob monster with like 5 malformed legs, 3 arms, a melted face, but in a polo t-shirt and khakis mowing a well-pruned lawn would've been so much better. Not just someone who's clearly just a human with a lot of makeup and plastic on their face. Or, in this case I feel like they were adapting an exact moment from the comics, and I can only imagine that moment was so much better then because of the stylistic way you can represent these people. This is a big case where my catchphrase of "animate everything" Actually makes so much more sense

And the last case is of course with everyone else. I'm still making it a mission statement of my own sci-fi universe-sprawling world to have plenty of body types that aren't just "human but with weird face parts." And I'm extra mad here because there was ONE background character that was exactly what I wanted, in between all the random humans with face paint. It was when the Ravagers first boarded the ship and Gamora came out, one of them was this weird mouthless serpent guy with Dr Strange powers who speaks in visualizing emoticons with magic. First of all, the fact that he uses normal ass emojis was actually funny and I liked it, but aside from that when he first came on screen I was seriously like "WHO IS HE????" because I'm so not used to any character being that cool looking. Again, this is what CGI can do right. It can show you weird monsters that actually look interesting and show diversity in this world which is supposed to take into account every single species that exists across every planet ever. Man, if only there were a show that took place exclusively in space that was expertly animated and character-designed to actually represent all the weirdness that can happen across the univer--Oh wait it exists it's Wander Over Yonder my favorite show of all time funny how that works anyway

The last bit was all the suits and stuff all the guard people were wearing, especially on that fleshy starbase thing. My mom put it perfectly, where it feels like the era of sci fi in things like Sharkboy and Lavagirl or Spy Kids 3D where they just look so stupid and goofy. Back then, it's charming because it was a product of the time. Now, it just looks dumb. The whole location was made to show like how flesh can be bent to their whim or whatever, right? Why not make it so their armor is much more obviously fleshy, and also directly attached to their skin instead of being an obvious suit they just put on? That would be much more fitting.

And I'll make this the last thing, I actually loved that fleshy place. I am a BIG proponent of meatbending, or whatever term you want to use, both in general but especially in a more normal, nonhorrific light. When they were sawing into the walls of that place and lifted up the removed core I was disgusted, but in an intrigued kind of way. And I was blown out of the water when they walked around inside, and not only were the nonorganic parts still cool looking and unique, but the sheer design potential of decorative flesh was extremely cool to see. I was especially interested in the fact that they shaped plants out of flesh, which was hilarious, but even things like one of the spy cameras being a giant eye, and a floating flesh blob thing leaking plasma-like goop. I LOVE that. I want more of it. Make that one yelling Spongebob meme in your head but with flesh tech or whatever, it's seriously cool and rarely done.

Anyway that's it whatever time to get back to the stuff I actually like, like damn that new Pokemon series is kinda aiming to be pretty good ngl

#guardians of the galaxy #3 #volume 3 #marvel #rant #rambling #rocket raccoon #poole #etc #who cares

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omniishambles · 1 year

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Rick Sanchez @countlessrealities

“F-First of all, I didn’t ‘miss’ the red flags. I-I looked at them and thought: y-yeah, that’s sexy.” [[ Rick for Yondu || possible context: they already bumped into each other once or twice, so they aren't total strangers but don't really know each other. Rick showed up in some place where Yondu was trying to scam someone and ruined everything xD ]]

“You're a reeeeal son of a bitch, Sanchez. In case nobody reminded ya lately.”

His mark was gone, and in his hands was the useless piece of junk he’d been talking up big to sell to the idiot. Now Yondu tossed it onto the bar top, red eyes narrowed at the man who’d soured it all.

“What the hell you want? Got nobody else to piss off today?”

Yondu gave a short nod to the bartender, who immediately brought over another drink, the same as usual. The Ravager Captain did not offer Rick a drink, but that freak always had some flask pressed to his face anyhow. He could water himself.

#hope this works! thanks for giving an idea of the meeting place too!#& rick sanchez #yondu ; main v

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raisingsupergirl · 1 year

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Another Over-Simplified 2022 Retrospective

You know how it’s hard to start working out again when you’ve been lazy for a while? Yeah well, apparently when I said I was going to take a few months off from blogging, I underestimated how hard it would be to start back up because three months became an entire year. A year of so much awesomeness left completely undocumented… Oh, the humanity! How could I have let such a thing happen? Well, I guess I was too busy living to write any of it down. But it’s a new year, new me, as they say. And I’m back. I’m not sure how frequently yet, but I’ll post at least every month so something like this doesn’t happen again. And in an attempt to salvage my mistake, I’m going to cram my entire 2022 into this one post. So grab a snack, sit back, and enjoy my year in review.

For me, 2022 was a year focused on the future. With the trainwreck that was 2020 (and the cringe-worthy sequel the following year), my family was more than happy to wipe the slate clean and look to the horizon. And with a new home, new schools, new hobbies, and new goals came new challenges. But for the most part, they were exciting challenges. When we first moved into our house, I saw it as a blank slate of sorts. And since then, I cleared acres of trees, brush, and soooo much poison ivy from my fence rows and creeks. I planted apple trees, peach trees, plum trees, blackberry bushes, blueberry bushes, and more. I had ground leveled, rocks removed, and septic systems fixed. I repaired storm damage and cleaned up piles junk left by the previous owners. I (with the help of a gracious family friend) built an office out in my shop at the beginning of the year, and at the end of the year we started working on a bar with plenty of potential for gatherings of family and friends for years to come. It’s been countless hours of hard work and sweat, but man, it’s totally been worth it.

And speaking of family and friends, you didn’t think 2022 was all work with no play, did you? Sure, I may be a bit of a work-a-holic, but even I know the real secret to happiness is spending time with those you love. And I spent the majority of my rest and relaxation with the three people I love most on this planet—my wife and two daughters. We built snowmen in January, hunted Easter eggs in April, explored creeks in May, had soooo many Sunday fundays through the summer (which are hands-down my favorite memories of this past year), trick-r-treated in October, and played indoor games when the weather turned south for the winter. I had a few date nights with my wife (not nearly enough) and even one with my daughters (our daddy-daughter dance might be my second favorite 2022 memory). The kiddos kept up with their familiar sports of soccer and softball and even picked up a couple new ones (my eight-year-old started jiu jitsu and my five-year-old started gymnastics), and they only injured each other a couple of times “practicing.”

Of course, our furry family members are worth mentioning, too. Luna loved playing in the snow, exploring the creek, and hunting rabbits. Fancy loved tearing up toilet paper and looking ridiculously cute. We even nearly gained a stray cat, but it hid on top of my wife’s van engine when she picked up the kids from school, and one of the kind ladies there took it home (phew!). Other than that, we added a beta fish named Yondu, found a few wild surrogate kiddos around the property, and rumor has it that the Winches might be adding another fur baby in 2023…

But the fun didn’t stop with just my immediate family. Since we finally lived somewhere that could fit more than a few people at a time, we had plenty of friends and extended family over to join in on the shenanigans. We had an Easter dinner, a sushi party, a pool party birthday, and I hosted the first annual Indeportence Day with a few of my guy friends (it’s a super-exclusive event that celebrates the awesomeness of ‘Merica, and I’m sure I’ll talk more about it at some point).

And at the center of most of those gatherings was food. So much food. And most of it was made possible by two very important purchases. First, my amazing wife bought me a Blackstone griddle for my birthday, and at the end of summer I bought a pellet grill on clearance. And let me tell you, I cooked ALL the things with those two wonderful gadgets. On the griddle I cooked a zillion different stir-frys, seafoods, burgers, breakfast spreads, steaks, and other succulent meats (including a random go at sloppy joes, which turned out great). And on the pellet grill I smoked tons of veggies, briskets, pork butts (pulled pork goes wonderfully on nachos btw) and other pork cuts (steaks, chops, ribs), all the chicken parts, more steaks (you can never have too many steaks), and some mac-n-cheese. Heck, I even smoked chili, which might be the best way I’ve ever made it. But of course, not everything can be made on the Blackstone and the Pit Boss (contrary to the claims on their respective Facebook groups). So I did take the time to make some yummy pastas and soups and whatnot the old-fashioned way. Most of it was fairly well received, and now I’m forced to commit to a New Year’s diet…

As you know, food isn’t the only delicious treat that can take a gathering to the next level. For those who choose to imbibe, adult beverages are another surefire way to make a few memories. And since most of my 2022 gatherings took place at my home, it only made sense to make my booze at home, too. So I expanded my quarantine hobby to epic proportions (I mean, what’s the point of building a bar if I don’t have anything to serve?), cooking up dozens of batches of IPAs, stouts, shandies, amber ales, meads, and spirits, to name a few. And again, most of them went down smooth and kept my guests coming back for more.

By now you’re probably thinking, “Did he even leave his house in 2022?” Well, I tried not to, but I did venture out occasionally. Among my more notable excursions were going to the STL Cardinals opening day (seeing Pujols and Molina kick off their last season was something I’ll never forget. Nor was watching my two friends win over $1,000 at the craps table beforehand) going to the Lemp Brewery haunted house (it was seriously creepy knowing the history of that place beforehand), taking a week-long vacation with my beautiful wife to the Dominican Republic, and going to a handful of local festivals (Country Days and the Bloomsdale Fun Farm were the most memorable).

Of course, not all of 2022 was sunshine and pool parties. We lost some dear family members and close friends. Gas prices soared and temperatures plummeted. At times I cried, I shouted, and I wanted to give up. But as I write this, those aren’t the things that stand out in my mind. No, in retrospect, my 2022 was a great year. One that a single blog post can’t possibly do justice. I left out a lot, including some great memories relating to my “day” job and my writing, as well as a lot of little details that I wish I could cement in the annals of Raising Super Girl. But as I said, I’m going to do better. I’m going to take more time to unpack my adventures, my challenges, and my thoughts. As always, it’s mostly for myself and my family, but I do sincerely appreciate those of you who choose to come along with me. After all, what’s the point of all of this if it can’t be shared? Happy New Year, friends. I can’t wait to document whatever 2023 has in store.

#year in review #2022 recap #2022 retrospective #2022 reflection #blackstone #pit boss #foodie #grilling #family #friends #homebrewing #home brewing #hard rock Punta cana #dominican republic #fur babies

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crispy-ghee · 7 years

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Pages 13 - 16 of my GotG fancomic Junk

Previous Parts:

Pages 1 - 4 Pages 5 - 8 Pages 9 - 12

Most of these pages were done ages ago, but things got super busy and my health hasn’t been great!

I’m going to finish this damn thing even if it takes me forever. I’m feeling much better than I have in a little while. Will never not love Yondu.

#yondu #yondu: junk #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #art #comics

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crispypatreontest · 7 years

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Yondu: Junk, Page 13 (Early Page)

I usually post Junk in 4 page chunks, but y’all are getting individual pages on this blog. Calooh, Calay.

There are 24 pages planned for this comic, so we’re more than halfway done. Considering making a quick cover for it and putting it together as a PDF and having it available for free download/easy read later. Considering doing that for all the short story comics I make in the future. Just for fun!

If I had a Desendi page to show today I would show it, but I’m currently behind because of being under the weather for the past couple weeks (there are a series of different but similar plagues going around the studio lately, unfortunately, and I seem to be set to catch them all. Still working on stuff, just at a slower pace).

ALSO! Don’t forget to vote for the subject of my next upcoming illustration! I want to get started on Saturday, so you have until SATURDAY AFTERNOON (let’s say 3 pm PST) to vote. That’s Saturday, September 23, 2017 at 3:00 PM. Put in your votes, the results so far are actually pretty darn close.

Here’s the link to the survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/VWCRX23

Thanks guys!

#early page #Yondu: Junk #art #comic

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eclectic-crysith · 3 years

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PHOTO DUMP

Been feeling some kind of way, sorry, not sorry for posting everyday.

#journal #art journal #travel journal #junk journal #bullet journal #journal inspo #journalingcommunity #bujo #travelers notebook #halloween #papercrafts #yondu #yondu udonta #mothman #my art is trash #my art 2020

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laylainalaska · 7 years

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Troll doll, again!

I went back and found all the appearances of the troll doll in the two movies, at least all the ones I can locate. Because this is an excellent use of my time. :D

Flying around in the cockpit of the Milano as Peter is escaping Morag early in GotG1.

Next to his stereo, a couple minutes later.

At the end of GotG1 in the orb. (I don’t think we see it again before this scene, but presumably it’s by his stereo the whole time, since he seems to keep it there.)

In GotG2, on the third quadrant’s console. With its hair slicked down to avoid getting in the way of the screens?

At the funeral, being placed by Peter. (And looking noticeably more beat up since we saw it last ... which is probably a props department issue, but we can always headcanon that Yondu’s been carrying it around.)

#guardians of the galaxy #gotg2 #peter quill #yondu udonta #gotg2 spoilers #troll doll!#I still want to know if Peter actually had it tucked into his backpack #or if he picked it up in a junk shop somewhere in the last 25 years #(or Yondu likes buying/stealing earth junk and gave it to him years ago)

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shyficwriter · 3 years

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Not On My Ship

Guardians of the Galaxy Fanfic | Reader x Kraglin & Yondu)

Author's Note: ANGST! Proceed with caution. This is another heavy one. In the interest of complete honesty, as I said, and as you can tell, I'm going through some stuff right now. This is my way of dealing with it at the moment. If you think this might trigger anything for you at all, skip this one. I literally won't be offended. Put your mental health first.

Content Warning: Mentions of suicide/depression. Suicide attempt.

Summary: Yondu and Kraglin prevent you from making a life-ending decision.

Word Count: 915

The metal felt cold against your feet as you stood there in the dark, your fingers brushing over the even colder metal of the control panel. Small lights cast green and yellow glows onto your skin of your hand.

You stared through the dirty glass, into the closet sized chamber. Shaking.

Would tonight be the night?

You take a shuddering breath, your other hand clutching to your chest. You allow yourself to cry -as if you could even stop the tears if you tried. But you were alone, no one around to see you break down, so you didn't try.

"Don't-"

The voice cut through the dark, startling you. You turned around to see Kraglin standing about 20 feet behind you, his arm outstretched and eyes wide, barely illuminated by the dim lights provided above the few dark doorways leading out of the large area.

His arm recoiled slightly as he spoke again, his voice almost cracking. "Please, don't."

Kraglin had been up watching the cameras when he had seen you walking slowly down a hallway. Near everyone else had been asleep for some time, as you should have been. He decided to go investigate, figure out what you were up to. He quietly trailed behind you so he could see why you were up so late, but also not wishing to startle you if it just turned out you were only sleepwalking.

He watched you in confusion as you stood in front of airlock for some time. Then he heard you start to cry as your hand reached for that button and knew he needed to act.

You turned back to face the airlock in shame. "There's nothing to see here, Kraglin. Leave me alone."

"No. Back away. Come on." He silently took a step closer.

You didn't move. Didn't look at him. You began to shake again. "No." you said softly, raising your hand back to the button that would open the inner door of the airlock. "I don't think I will."

Kraglin stared in horror. "Come now, take it easy. Let's talk." He was trying not to panic. He needed to stop you. He wasn't about to watch his fellow crew mate jump out an airlock. What if talking you down didn't work? Could he reach you in time? Was he fast enough? He took another step forward. This time you could hear the creak of the old metal floor panels under his weight.

You flinched at the sound. "Don't come any closer!" you command, your voice not as strong as you wished it would have been. You didn't turn around. "Please just leave."

He didn't need to be there. He shouldn't be there. You didn't want an audience. This wasn't like the movies. There wouldn't be a sweet heart to heart where you'd realize you had so much to live for and you'd back off the ledge. Nothing would change.

That settled it. Tonight was the night.

Tears in your eyes, you pushed the button.

Several things happened in fast succession.

The door began to open as Kraglin shouted for you to wait. A sharp whistle pierced the air. The door, not even having been able to open halfway, slammed back shut. Electricity crackled. Sparks flew. You lost your balance from the shock and fell to the floor, shielding your eyes from from the flying sparks.

Quiet.

Then Yondu's voice. "Not on my ship."

You looked towards the voice. Yondu's silhouetted figure walked out of the shadows.

He had went to the control room to speak with Kraglin, only to find him missing from his post. He happened to glance at the screens and while he saw Kraglin sneaking through the halls, he couldn't see why. So, like Kraglin had done with you, Yondu decided to track him down to see what he was up to. He didn't expect the trail to lead him to find that Kraglin had actually been trailing you, nor did he expect the scene before him.

He stopped before you and ripped his arrow out of the now ruined airlock control panel before lifting you to a standing position. He said again, your arm still in his grip. "Not on my ship- Not ever."

You try to hold back a sob, unable to look him in the eyes. You felt Kraglin grab your other arm, and together the men led you away from the airlock, discussing how they were going to put you in a cell for your protection until morning. You tried to hold back your tears the whole way. This wasn't supposed to happen. The pain and shame was unbearable.

You reached the brig, and they walked you to a smaller cell that, unlike the other two which had piles of junk due to the brig being rarely used for its intended purpose, was completely empty aside from a bare cot and a toilet.

Once inside they finally released you, and you buried your face in your hands.

"I'm sorry, but this is fer yer own good." Yondu said sadly.

A sob finally broke in your throat and you inhaled sharply in an attempt to stop it when suddenly you were pulled into a tight hug, and then the dam broke and you were unable to hold back anymore as you sobbed into Yondu's chest.

You stayed like this a few moments before Yondu gently pulled away to close the cell. "Don't worry." he said gently. "We're gonna get ya help. I promise ya."

#gotg #gotg fanfic #angst #content warning #yondu x reader #yondu udonta #yondu #kraglin #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin x reader #x reader #guardians of the galaxy

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themculibrary · 4 years

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Guardians Of The Galaxy Centered Fics Masterlist

Links Last Checked: February 20th, 2023

part two, part three

Ain't No Mountain High Enough (ao3) - BeanieBaby T, 9k

Summary: I kept him ‘cause he’s small and fits into spaces others can’t. Good for thievin'.

(Post GotG Vol. 2 Fix-it.)

Ain't No River Wide Enough (ao3) - xahra99 T, 10k

Summary: "It’s okay to be afraid. But don’t ever let fear stop ya from doin’ what ya think ya gotta." Peter and Yondu head down planetside for some Ravager-style life lessons. Unsurprisingly, things don't go to plan. Set before the first movie. One-shot. Complete.

A Short List of Relevant Skills and Abilities (ao3) - ignipes T, 2k

Summary: They're very good at a lot of things, but none of those things are very good.

be all my sins remembered and more (ao3) - juurensha T, 7k

Summary: Mantis can’t help but see fragments of Ego’s children in Peter.

Dialling Tones (ao3) - Run_Ravager_Run T, 11k

Summary: Gamora is making calls in the middle of the night, Rocket is building dangerous contraptions at the breakfast table, Drax is a terrible cook, and Peter suspects his newfound family is rupturing at the seams.

Diplomacy (ao3) - turtle_paced T, 11k

Summary: In the aftermath of the attack on Xandar, there’s still the original problem of how a bunch of wanted criminals hand over a potentially universe-ending super-weapon (that they definitely aren't terrified of) to the authorities. Preferably without going back to jail. As the only one of the team with skills that can unironically be called “social,” Peter thinks this one might be on him.

Father Figure (ao3) - laylabinx T, 27k

Summary: Five times Yondu maybe, kinda, sorta, almost claimed Peter as a son and one time he totally did. Nothing too intense, just a little Yondu/Peter father-ish/son-ish bonding-ish. Almost entirely pre-movie.

if home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked (ao3) - egelantier T, 4k

Summary: Build a house, call it home.

I Got A Landmine In My Bloodline (ao3) - laylabinx T, 23k

Summary: Peter develops appendicitis. Yondu develops a heart. It's all very problematic.

Keep Him Warm (ao3) - Run_Ravager_Run kraglin/yondu G, 2k

Summary: The puppy pile fix-it fic we all deserve.

Life, Love, Empire and Cake (ao3) - manic_intent thor/peter T, 45k

Summary: Peter Quill's mom had (as far as he remembered) always been a sweet, gentle and kindly soul. As such, he had grown up convinced that his father must have been, by way of cosmic balance, an asshole, and 100% a dick.

After all, Peter had to have inherited that particular character flaw from someone.

Mine is Just a Slower Sacrifice (ao3) - grayintogreen G, 2k

Summary: And Rocket?

Rocket picks up the pieces. For the second time, because this is what he does now.

mr. blue sky, please tell us why (you had to hide away for so long) (ao3) - willinplaid gamora/peter T, 49k

Summary: He had spent his entire life thinking of his father as sort of an abstract concept, a guy who was out there but that he would probably never meet. And here he was, sort of an abstract concept after all. An abstract concept and a complete dick.

Peter goes to Ego's planet on his own, a terrible idea. The rest of the Guardians don't take kindly to Peter getting hurt.

sharper than a serpent's tooth (ao3) - juurensha gamora/peter T, 6k

Summary: Gamora always thought the hardest part would be getting away from Thanos. It turns out it may be learning to get along with the others.

someone is friendless, and cannot find their way (so I keep a light in my window) (ao3) - philthestone gamora/peter T, 6k

Summary: She’d had her own room, yes, because thank the stars Peter had the sense to move some of his junk out of the various hidey holes in the ship into the cargo bay on the assumption that they would all kill each other within the week if they didn’t have their own spaces, but she’d been stuck in a modified M-ship built for half the number of people it was housing, and her housemates were a motley assortment of questionably sane males and a baby tree.

Things aren’t all that different now, except for a few significant changes:

The Quadrant is definitely bigger than an M-ship; Mantis is here, trying her best to learn how to smile and keeping on a pair of gloves Gamora had dug out of her own bag for her; and Gamora is … comfortable.

the breath and the dirt and the fires are burned (ao3) - neverwherever T, 42k

Summary: After it's over, Thor heads off-world with the Guardians of the Galaxy, but he's still got a long way to go. Meanwhile, Peter searches for Gamora, Gamora searches for herself, and Loki... well, we'll see.

The Fault in Distant Stars (ao3) - Donatello7 T, 11k

Summary: Prompt fill for LilRed7503

'peter abused back on earth, by someone don't care who. With the ravagers he's terrified not because they kidnapped him but because their adults. It takes Yondu no time at all to figure out, especially since Peter keeps flinching expecting a slap. Yondu + ravagers prove to Peter that nothing is his fault and he didn't deserve it'

The Four Times Peter Made One of the Guardians Fall A Little Bit in Love with Him (ao3) - bukkunkun team/peter T, 12k

Summary: (And the One Time He Learned to Love Himself)

Fill for a prompt on the kinkmeme:

Each of the Guardians falls just a little bit in love with Peter during various missions, flights or downtimes.

#themculibrary #peter quill #gamora #nebula #rocket raccoon #groot #drax the destroyer #mantis #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy masterlist #masterlists

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downrightembarassing · 2 years

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Stuck

Aka helping Yondu out on his project gets you into a situation

Suggestive, but not explicit. F/M. Reader insert.

———

You arrive at the hangar a little earlier the next evening, slightly nervous. I just want to learn more about the ships, you tell yourself, definitely not trying to spend more time around the Captain. It’s an almost believable lie, so you choose to stick with it. Following the sounds of swearing you amble over to the Y ship and abruptly choke back a laugh.

Yondu is on his side, cussing up a storm, crouched inside the small rear seat. One large arm is as deep into the fuselage as he can reach, his face pressed against the cold metal. It’s immediately obvious he’s too big, his shoulders too broad, to reach whatever is behind the small access hole.

“God damn piece ‘a shit derelict hunk of junk” he paused for a breath “I will fuckin’ light the fire myself and turn ya into space dust so help me…”

“Need some help Sir?” You ask, barely restraining your giggles. It was such a familiar sight, watching someone struggle with a difficult or stubborn part. Immediately you felt more at ease. Something about a man swearing at a machine feels like home.

Yondu leans back and wipes the sweat accumulating on his brow. He takes a look down at you, sweeping his eyes over your frame in an accessing manner.

You duck your head to hide your blush as you feel the heat of his gaze. Easy girl, you think to yourself, he’s not interested

“Ya might just work doll.” He grunts. And climbs backwards down the ladder. Walking over to where you stand he holds up the offending part. It’s a long smooth set of cables, safety wired together, with clips at the end. “Control cables?” you ask.

“Nah, wiring for tha cockpit lighting systems” Yondu replies, and quickly shows you how the attach to the rest of the cables disappearing into the ship. “This set is tha worst, there’s access panels everywhere else. Got it?

“Yeah I think I can figure it out” you reply and demonstrate how the clips work.

“Then git yer ass up there, cuz if this don’t work I’m just gonna drink tha rest of tha night.” He grumbles.

“Have a little faith Captain” you tease as you climb up the ladder. Settling yourself in the rear cockpit seat you look at the access hole. It’s going to be a tight fit for sure but this isn’t your first time contorting yourself into a small mechanical space. Knees resting on the pad of the seat, you lean forward and are able to get your arms, shoulders, and head through the hole. Scooting forward and resting on your elbows you’re able to get most of your body into the tight space. When your hips hit the rim you reach forward and are able to grab the other end of the cables.

“Got them!” You shout, voice ringing out from the hull “pass up the other end Captain

Yondu looks up from the table where he was preparing the connections and stops breathing for a moment. Fuck, he thinks, his eyes roving over the curve of your ass. She’s bent over at the perfect angle, hips and that excellent ass pointing up, knees spread wide. It’d be so easy…so easy to run his hands over her, teasing and caressing until she’s begging for him and he could slide right in. His cock twitches in his leathers, it’d be so easy.

“Captain?”

Yondu shakes his head “one sec doll” and pulls himself away from those thoughts. That’s not gonna get this job done, he reprimands himself, and she ain’t interested in blue dick.

Maneuvering up next to you in the cockpit, he passes you the end of the new cables, and looks everywhere besides your bent over form.

You have no idea what’s going through Yondu’s head, but the warmth of his body next to yours triggers some thoughts of your own. He’s so warm! Even though you can’t see him, you can almost sense the solid muscle leaning against the ship next to you. You give yourself a mental shake and focus on the task in front of you.

The cables slither next to your torso as Yondu pushes them forward, and you grope with one hand to pull them where they need to go.

“Captain, can I get a light?” It’s dark in the fuselage now that most of your body is blocking the hole.

“Yeah, gimme a sec.” and with a soft click the interior is illuminated.

“Thank you…..ah…..Sir? Can you angle it down a bit?”

“Yeah” Yondu grunts, and without thinking rests his forearm holding the flashlight along your lower back. You tense immediately and he feels the reaction as the flashlight jumps.

“Shit, sorry” he mumbles as he moves his arm away.

“No…no it’s fine” you reply “that was actually the perfect spot for the light” And thankfully you weren’t facing him, because your cheeks flushed bright red and your core tensed at the warmth from his arm. You could feel Yondu settle his arm back across you and the light return to the ideal spot.

Focus on the job, you think to yourself. You’re just here to get this ship running, not think about the arm across your back. The big, blue, muscular arm attached to thick fingers….Shit. Now was not the time to develop a crush on a space alien! Who even knew if he had the appropriate equipment downstairs. Taking a deep breath you being the struggle with the cables.

Twenty minutes later you’re still struggling with the cables and some creative swearing of your own echos through the fuselage. Three of the six are successfully connected, but it the dark cramped space the remaining half continue to frustrate you. Yondu is laughing at every aggravated noise he hears, feeding your growing temper.

“Captain” you call back to him “As soon as I get out of here I’m going to strangle you with the other end of these damn cables”

“Such a sweet mouth ya got there girlie” he responds with another chuckle.

Pure spite and the desire to actually strangle him gets you through the rest of the job. With a shout of triumph you connect the last cable and begin to scoot back. Yondu hears and removes his arm and the flashlight, giving you room to back out of the fuselage.

Except….shit…..you can’t back out. The angle of your position means there’s no leverage to push yourself out of the access hole. Grunting slightly you wiggle and lean but it doesn’t work. Mortified now, you try harder but only succeed in skinning one of your elbows.

“Ah….Captain?”

“Yeah doll?” Comes the distracted reply. Yondu’s already looking down and preparing the cables for the instrument cluster.

“I’m…..kinda……..ah…………stuck”

“Yer stuck?”

“Yeah. I can’t…” you shift and attempt to back out again “fuck, yeah I can’t get out”

Your face is flushed at this point and you’re not sure if it’s from exertion or embarrassment. “I need a hand.”

Your Captain chuckles “from what I remember darlin’ you was threatenin’ to strangle me. Now why would I help ya get out?”

Dear god you are going to kill him when you get out of here. You struggle some more, pushing with your knees and hands but nothing works. Panting slightly now you consider your options. Apologize and promise you won’t strangle him (the annoying option) or sit here until one of the regular maintenance crew comes in the morning (the tempting option).

You mull over the decision for a second while Yondu patiently waits below, trying not to laugh. He decides to push the decision.

“Ya know doll, that’s ah…..enticing position ya got yerself in. Tha boys know not ta touch you but they might not be able to resist a squeeze.” He laughs, after all he’s sorely tempted himself.

The language coming from inside the ship is positively filthy, but muted enough where he can pretend to ignore it. Finally he hears you take a deep, calming breath.

“Please help me get out of here Sir, I promise I won’t strangle you” ….yet you add to yourself.

“Now that wasn’t that hard doll.” Yondu mutters as he climbs back into the ship. Settling himself behind you he’s greeted with an even more attractive view than earlier. Your ass raised up, legs spread wide. There’s a flush on your skin where your shirt has been pulled up slightly and you’re panting from the effort of trying to free yourself. He sees he’s going to have to wrap his hands around your hips to pull. Pull your hips towards him while he’s behind you…

Yondu feels his cock start to rise in his leathers.

“Fuck”

“What is it Captain?”

“Nuthin…it’s nothin’ sugar.” He firmly pushes the thoughts aside “I’m gonna have ta pull on yer hips so don’t ya knife me when I get ya out.”

“Yeah yeah, I won’t just get me out of here!”

“Alright girl, imma count ta three an’ pull”

You feel Yondu’s hands grip your hips tightly. Your body reacts immediately as a lightening bolt of desire shoots straight to your core. His hands were so big, easily wrapping your hips, warm, and the rough callouses on his thumbs brushed the exposed skin on your back.

“One, two, three, go”

You are so distracted by the feel of his hands you push on “go”.

Unfortunately Yondu pulls on “three”.

The momentum sends you sprawling back into the Centarian in a tangle of limbs. You end up with your back to his chest, your ass in his groin, and the back of your head resting on his shoulder. Yondu isn’t doing much better, his head slammed back into the front seat and your ass is now pressed into what’s quickly becoming a full on erection.

His hands tighten on your hips.

“Ah….darlin’ this is fun an all but we gotta get back ta work.” he mutters, hoping you don’t notice the hard length pressed into your backside.

Jolting yourself up you scramble off his lap, blushing as his comment. As you climb down the access stairs you turn to start fidgeting with the cables, desperately trying to will the flush in your cheeks away. His mouth twists into a frown at your haste but you don’t notice.

The rest of the night is thankfully uneventful. Focusing on running the cables the rest of the length of the ship is a difficult job and helps get your mind off of earlier events. Yondu returns to his normal gruff demeanor and you both finish the work with a drink.

It’s only later, laying in your bed you let your mind drift to what you felt. That firm length against your ass. He had been hard, you’re sure of it. Double checking the lock on the small office you call a bedroom, you allow your hand to drift south and finally give into the ache between your thighs. Turned on by a damn space alien, you think to yourself, well at least you know he has a dick now.

Yondu is in a similar situation in his cabin. Fingers curled around himself while he remembers in vivid detail the feel on you pressed against him, the angle of your hips, and that fantastic ass. With a snarl he releases and lays back, breathing hard. As he comes down from his high his mouth twists into a grimace, remembering how quickly you jumped out of his lap. She ain’t interested, he reminds himself, probably never seen blue dick anyway. He leverages himself out of bed to take a quick shower, cursing himself, attractive Terrans, and this whole situation in general.

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader #writing

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Suppressed Fears And Junk Food

"Well...well...well…"

That voice was familiar, and it sent dread crawling up his spine. It was impossible though. He and the Guardians killed him. Quill was the last remaining Celestial, Ego was dead. Right?

The pirate turns in place to look behind him and looks in horror at the scene before him. Both Scott and Cassie were impaled with small pillars of light and hung in the air like ragdolls, with Ego standing between the two and looking enraged.

"You thought you could get rid of me? I can rebuild myself boy!"

Quill wills his powers to his hands, but when nothing happens, he reaches for his guns instead. Those were missing too. "Let them go!"

"I'm doing you a favor Peter. They're a distraction to the mortal in you." Ego says calmly.

"They're not a distraction!" Quill snarls. "They're my family!"

"It's like I said before...temporary. A hundred years is but a blink of an eye for us Celestials. You're wasting your time loving this family. These...mortals." A couple more strands of lights impale Scott's and Cassie's bodies and Quill shouts out in horror.

"They're not a waste of time and I won't abandon them! I'm not you!"

Ego chuckles darkly. "Oh...but you are."

The environment around Quill turns dark as Ego disappears with only the sound of his laughter haunting the pirate, and he looks down at his hands when he sees them glowing. The strands of light continue to pierce the bodies of his small family and Quill tries desperately to stop it when he realizes he's the one doing it. He looks up at Scott and reaches toward him when he notices a small trail of blood running from the side of his mouth.

"NO!"

Quill wakes with a start, sitting up in bed with the light humming in the palms of his hands, and he stares at them before frantically rubbing his hands and willing it away. Short, heavy gasps leave him in small heaves as he looks around the dark bedroom, and he jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns almost violently to look at his supposed attacker and swallows harshly when he comes face to face with Scott. At least what he could see of him anyway.

"It's okay Spaceman. It was just a dream." Scott pulls away for a few seconds to turn on a bedside lamp, and Quill calms a little as the artificial light chases his nightmare away little by little. "Better?"

Quill immediately gathers Scott into his arms, burying his fingers in the younger's hair as he releases a shuddering sigh. "Now I am."

A quick glance with his Celestial Gaze found Cassie sleeping peacefully a couple doors down, and that combined with the feeling of a breathing Scott in his arms calmed his nerves considerably. The nightmare was a fabrication of some of his fears, one being that Ego was not truly dead and could possibly recreate himself, and the other being his family taken away from him...or being responsible for their deaths. Quill was always afraid Scott and Cassie's ability to calm him when he went berserk would lose its effectiveness and that one day he would turn on them. It was something that constantly plagued his dreams, but this was the first time it had actually woken him up in the middle of the night.

"What has you so scared that you're interrupting my beauty sleep?" Scott whispers against his husband's collarbone and Quill chuckles dryly.

"The usual worries." He admits quietly and the younger hums.

"Remember when you told me that Yondu basically told you to use your heart when you control your powers?" Quill grunts in affirmation. "Why do you think me and Cassie can approach you without you lashing out?"

"...you're my family, and I love you." The celestial tightens his hold around Scott. "I would rather die than hurt either of you."

"Exactly, and you're expanding on that. You're turning on everyone else less and less because the god in you is realizing they're friends. Soon, you'll be able to come out of your berserk stance by yourself."

God, Quill really hoped so. He really couldn't tell right now since he usually had tunnel vision when he went berserk, but according to the others, he wasn't going after them immediately after destroying their enemy. It was progress. Because he was half god, he didn't have full control of his powers so sometimes his emotions got the best of him.

Scott was just relieved that Quill stopped flipping out if he tripped or something mundane like that.

"Good talk big guy. It's way too early to stay up, so back to sleep." Scott mumbles as he gently tugs Quill back down.

The celestial goes willingly and wraps himself around Scott, and the younger drops back off into sleep instantly when Quill secures his arms around him. With one last check in on Cassie, Quill dropped off to sleep himself and thankfully didn't have anymore nightmares, and when he woke again...it was to the sound of wrinkling. Green eyes blink open in confusion when the body he had been wrapped around was missing, and he looks up toward the disturbance to find Cassie on the bed, eating some kind of cake. It looked like a Twinkie, but Quill didn't remember them having chocolate ones.

"Is that a chocolate Twinkie?"

"Mmhmm." She holds out the half eaten cake and Quill accepts it long enough to take a bite before handing it back.

"...I'm not sure how I feel about that. The regular Twinkies are weird enough."

Cassie pops the rest of the cake in her mouth. "I was kind of hoping you would freak out a little bit more. I don't really like these, and it wasn't worth the disappointing reaction."

She yelps when Quill rolls his eyes and pushes her off the bed. "Did you get them from Peter?"

"Harley actually."

"Trolls."

Cassie hops back onto the bed after disposing of the wrapper in the trash can in the bathroom.

"Papa…"

Quill's eyes narrow suspiciously. "What?"

"Will you take me and Dia to-"

"No." The celestial turns away on his side and throws the comforter over his head. "Last time we went to the store, we were there for four hours while you tried on clothes. I love you but I need a one year hiatus in between shopping trips with you two."

Cassie giggles. "I was kidding anyway. Sort of. Mama Bear took Diana with him to the Sanctum."

"Take your boyfriend." Quill grumbles.

"He and Harley went with Mom too." The teen then drapes herself over the lump on the bed made of the god and blankets. "Please? Dad has work to catch up on."

"Nope."

"...but I wanna spend time with you." She mumbles.

Quill mentally groans at the admission. He couldn't say no to that. If he did, it would make him seem like he didn't care about her or some absolute garbage like that, and to be fair, it's been a while since it was just the two of them. It was usually him, Scott, and Cassie, or Diana instead of Scott. He was just the scary bodyguard that browsed the shelves dully when it was Cassie and Diana. He has had some brief moments of satisfaction when a couple of creeps tried something. All Quill had to do was stand behind the girls, fold his arms, and give the creep a menacing glare that sent them running with their tails between their legs.

At least the creeps that wouldn't go away when Cassie very clearly told them she had a boyfriend and wasn't interested.

"...what did you have in mind?"

"Errands. We need more laundry detergent and I need some stuff for school. I'm out of paper."

Quill groans out loud this time, and dramatically. "Ugh! Fine!"

Cassie smiles and hops back off the bed and over to the dresser, grabbing things from the drawers and throwing them at Quill's face when he sits up. The celestial blinks at the sudden assault and the teenager tells him to shower before leaving the room. As far as Quill was concerned, Cassie was spending way too much time with Stephen and was adopting his mannerisms of mother henning. She already helped Tony raise Diana, and now she was still taking care of the little girl as well as her dads. Cassie was a good kid. A sassy and somewhat manipulative one but still good.

Once Quill showers and gets dressed, he goes down into the kitchen and eats a quick breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast that Scott had made. He then follows Cassie out of the tower after kissing his husband goodbye (yes they had cheesy moments, sue him) and drives to Target. The first thing Quill did was buy a soft pretzel.

"You just had breakfast!"

"There's always room for a pretzel." The pirate says with a grin.

Cassie rolls her eyes and grabs a cart, and the first twenty minutes consist of Quill following the teen as she grabbed things on her list. Occasionally he had to grab things on higher shelves, but otherwise he browsed nearby. Never further than a couple of aisles though. It was unnerving how often she approached by men. She was very pretty.

"Hey Cass, we need to buy some of those orange slice candies for your dad."

"I thought he was eating actual oranges."

"He does...when we can go home right away." Quill throws something into the cart. "The candy is for on the field. Sometimes we can't get home without the danger of him passing out when he grows."

"I guess that makes sense."

They make their way over to the food and down the candy aisle, and Quill snatches a couple bags of orange slice candy. It had definitely proven to be a lifesaver for the times the team went on missions that Scott had to grow into a giant, or even when he was constantly shrinking and growing. The candy kept him from passing out and making someone (mainly Quill) carry him to the Quinjet or wherever they were hunkering down. In the beginning it happened a few times, and he was out for the count for a couple of days straight. Once they discovered candy was a quick fix, Quill always kept some on his person. Stephen kept some in a pocket dimension.

"Oh hey! Whipped cream!" Quill says as they pass by the refrigerators. He reaches out to open the door, but Cassie smacks his arm.

"No! You're like a little kid!"

"Well someone needs to be since you don't seem to know how."

Cassie raises an eyebrow and holds up a bag of chocolate from the cart. "The start of the many snacks I will be grabbing for a movie night."

"Pfft. I'm not impressed." Quill says with a challenging tone, and Cassie smiles.

There was no longer a mature person between the two of them. Many bags of chips, candy, whipped cream, ice cream, and anything else they could think of was thrown into the cart. When they got to the register, Cassie brought out a credit card and it definitely wasn't Scott's. It was Tony's. Apparently Quill wasn't the only one who couldn't say no to Cassie.

They loaded the bags into the car and drove back to the tower, and the look on Scott's face when they dropped all the bags of snacks on the counter was priceless. He actually looked up from his laptop and stared at the seemingly endless amounts of bags as Cassie and Quill started putting things away.

"What the hell? Did you leave anything at the store?"

"Duh. We left those styrofoam circus peanuts that try to pass as candy." Quill says as he opens a bag of Skittles and throws a handful into his mouth.

"Hang on! How much was all of this?!"

Cassie smiles cheekily. "Tony paid for it."

Scott raises an eyebrow. "Did you swipe his card again?"

"No. He gave it to me willingly...this time."

"I've raised a monster."

Quill laughs and tosses a bag of sweet tarts at Scott after he looks back at his computer, and the younger man catches it without having to look back up. It was his go to candy besides the obvious orange slices.

"We got your cheddar cheese chips too." The god says and Scott perks up.

"Oh...just when I thought I couldn't love you more."

#peter quill #scott lang #antlord #cassie lang #celestial quill #celestialfamily

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