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romanoffshouse · 13 days
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Gamora: You hit me with a rock!
Nebula: You threw a chair at me!
Gamora: I said I was sorry!
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mayfieldss · 11 months
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Dating Gamora would include:
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Gamora is beyond protective. She is willing to cross entire universes to save you from danger, and after all you've been through together, you're more than willing to do the same.
She's not one for personal displays of affection, but in private, Gamora is able to show how much she cares outside of committing violent acts toward those that even slightly look at you the wrong way.
She's a hand holder.
Holding your hand is as far as she gets to showing affection toward you in public, and when things start to get dangerous whilst defending the galaxy she's gripping your hand in hers so she knows you're there with her.
She likes to spoon at night, and she doesn't mind whether she's the big or little spoon as long as she's near you.
It's commented on by the rest of the crew just how cute the both of you are, and Peter makes sure to mention every longing glance that you and Gamora send each other.
Gamora likes giving gifts, and she's always finding little things to give you.
"I saw this and thought of you."
The two of you sometimes play cards late at night at the back of the ship. A small lamp light between you as you deal each other in.
It's one of the sweet things the two of you get to do when alone, which isn't often considering the company you keep.
It always surprises you to find that Gamora can remember your anniversary off the top of her head.
She can recall the date instantly, as if it's the most important information she can ever provide.
And you find it cute.
"How could I forget anything to do with you?"
When you first got together, she kissed you first.
Peter had been pestering her about her possible feelings for you for months beforehand, insisting that you felt similarly until she finally got up the guts to do it.
She kissed you in the middle of a mission, whilst you were mid-sentence about who-knows-what.
But when you kissed her back it was a huge relief.
She'd never understood what Peter meant about butterflies in the stomach until that moment, and truthfully she thought she was going to die.
But at the same time, she definitely did not want to stop kissing you, even if it did kill her.
Gamora also likes hugs, though she won't often admit it.
The feeling of having someone she cares about holding her and the fact she can keep them just as close is important.
It comforts her, and sometimes she finds she has to pull you away from whatever you're doing just to give you one.
She'll brush it off later like it didn't mean as much as the embrace implied, but it does mean everything to her.
Knowing that you're there, safe and near her, and that you are also willing to provide her with the company and comfort she seeks makes her feel content.
You braided her hair once.
She loved it, and upon occasion, she'll mention the way her hair keeps falling into her eyes, how it irritates her when it's in the way, hoping you'll offer to do it again.
And contray to popular belief she does like to dance, though she won't be caught dead doing it by anyone other than you.
And she loves dancing with you, swaying to Peter's favorite tunes when no one else is around.
It's enough to remind her that not everything in the galaxy is bad and that she's safe in the moments she spends with you.
"Just one more song, and then we'll get back to work."
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MARVEL GENERAL: @mellowladyangel @5kyyy @avyannadawn
GOTG MASTERLIST: empty
GAMORA MASTERLIST: empty
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redvelvetpanpan · 11 months
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Imma just sit here waiting patiently (read: frothing at the mouth) for the Adam Warlock fics to come flooding in.
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deeneedsaname · 1 year
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Found Family Blueprint - part 2!!
Sequel to this
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New Girl [02]
airing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)
MODERN DAY AU
Word count: 4,094
Warning: self-doubt, anxiety, toxic relationship, emotional/verbal abuse, cursing
Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on  your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t  you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out  at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to  reside in. The only issue?
You suddenly have four very odd roommates.
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[02]: MISMATCHED
The space around you was maybe a bar. There was definitely someone selling alcohol, but it was off a plastic fold out table, so you weren’t sure if that counted. The people around you were…odd. It was a weird mix of people younger than you and people much, much older than you. Someone in the corner was wearing only black with piercings all over their face and someone in the opposite corner was dressed like an old timey fisherman.
“64%.” Bucky suddenly said from beside you.
You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “Huh?”
“Oh.” Bucky shrugged, “I thought you asked me what our chances were of getting murdered here.”
You snickered and Bucky gave you a lopsided grin. The lot of you were here to support Peter and his band. A band which was apparently named, ‘The Guardians’. This was the first show you had gotten to attend, but apparently it was a regular thing to go to whatever weird ass place they hosted a show in order to cheer them on. This week it was a random location over by the docks.
“Drinks!” Clint wandered back over with Sam. Weirdly, Clint seemed at home here and you had seen random people greet him like they knew him. He was holding a beer bottle and a red plastic solo cup while Sam carried two beers. “I ordered wine for you, [Name], but they had to go into the basement to get the wine and they put it in this cup.”
You gave the item a skeptical glance while Bucky and Sam began to shake their heads. Bucky grabbed the cup from Clint and set it on a table behind him while Sam twisted his lips, “You’re not drinking that.”
“Fair.” You nodded. Bucky reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask to hand to you. “Do you just carry alcohol around all the time?”
“I’m a bartender, doll.” Bucky shrugged.
Sam pointed at him with his beer, “Not a good reason, man.”
Clint made a gagging noise and the three of you looked over at him to see him holding the red solo cup again. Sam glared at him, “What the hell are you doing??”
“I was curious!” Clint argued. He took another sip, “It’s a got a real vinegar aftertaste.”
Bucky pointed at him and looked to you, “His chances just went up to 92%.”
“Good evening, Fish Market!” Peter yelled from stage they had just walked onto.
“Is that what this place is called??” Sam mumbled.
On stage, Peter stood in the position of lead singer. He was wearing a red leather vest and held a guitar. To his right was a dark-skinned woman with a bored look on her face. She stood behind keyboards, a mike stand in front of her, and she wore a collection of black leather. To Peter’s left was a short, scruffy man. His features were sharp and his brown hair looked like it had been cut by a blind man using a weed whacker. Behind them, on the drums, was a huge, bald man, made of muscle, who was covered in various tattoos and was currently shirtless.
“What is their…theme again?” You asked as they began to play.
“Space.” Bucky leaned in to answer. He pulled back, paused, then leaned back in, “I think. I’m still actually not sure.”
The set continued and surprisingly they were really good. Peter was a little bit of a train wreck sometimes so you weren’t sure how this was going to go, but he seemed like he knew what he was doing up there and his band mates were equally as good. You found yourself cheering and not just because he was your roommate.  After it ended, you all stayed behind in order to talk to Peter and his band after they packed up their gear.
“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Clint scratched the side of his face. He had broken out into a minor case of hives about five minutes after drinking the weird wine. “What are you wearing, [Name]?”
It was odd to you that it took them this long to bring it up. You glanced down at your mismatching outfit and shoes then back up to them, “Well, I left a lot of my clothes at the house I bought with my ex after we broke up so I only have like three outfits and most of them are dirty right now. How are you guys just noticing this?”
“I have a sister.” Sam shook his head. “I learned a long time ago not to question wardrobe unless I want my ass beat.”
“I thought you looked fine. I still do.” Bucky gave you a once over. “What’s wrong with this outfit?”
Clint pointed at you, “She’s wearing five different colors and not a single one matches.” He leaned forward and tugged on the scarf around your neck. “It’s summertime and she has a scarf on, Bucky.”
You grinned and lifted the scarf to show the stain on the front of your shirt, “Yeah, it’s all I had to hide this.”
“Why don’t you just go get your stuff?” Sam asked.
You crossed your arms, “It’s… I… Talking to him isn’t high on my list of things I want to do. I mean, I don’t know if you noticed but I don’t even like saying his name.”
“Oh, we noticed.” All of them chimed in.
You nodded, “There you go.”
“You gotta go get your shit eventually.” Bucky said firmly. “Just keep it simple. Tell him you want your stuff back, get it, and leave it at that. Easy.”
Easy. It sounded easy the way he said it. Getting your stuff back was probably one of the steps in getting over him. Rebound sex hadn’t worked out, but this seemed significantly easier. While you thought this over, Peter and his band began to walk over. You gave him a broad grin and hurried forward to give him a hug, “You did amazing!” He wrapped his arms around you and you grimace and pulled back. “Oh God, you’re so sweaty.”
“That’s just how it is, [Name]. I’m a rock god. This sweat is—”
“Stop talking.” The dark-skinned woman said with a shake of her head.
“Good call.” Peter replied then motioned to you, “Guys, this is my new roommate. Roomie, this is Gamora, Rocket, Drax, Groot, and Mantis.”
The first three names went to the people you saw on stage, while the last two were people who had worked off stage with the lights and sounds. Groot was an enormously tall, quiet man with shaggy brown hair and a thick brown beard. Mantis, on the other hand, was a short, petite woman with a warm, bubbly energy about her.
“You guys are super great.” You grinned.
“Which is surprising since this assclown—” Rocket grumbled and glared at Peter, “—missed his fucking cue.”
Peter snapped his head to glare at the short man, “I hit the cue that I said I was going to hit, you raccoon person.”
“Call me a raccoon person again, Quill!” Rocket yelled.
You opened your mouth, but Sam and Clint just shook their heads at you. You glanced at Bucky and he shrugged, “This is normal.”
Gamora motioned to Clint who was scratching the back of his neck like a dog with fleas, “What’s wrong with Barton?”
“He drank the mystery wine.” You answered.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.” Gamora shook her head while Peter and Rocket continued to argue, “They make that in the basement themselves and they say the fruit is a mystery blend.”
Clint laughed and continued scratching, “Cool, cool, cool. Quick question, am I going to die?” The entire group mumbled various affirmatives and Clint gave everyone a quick thumbs up before going back to scratching. “Nice.”
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Your workday had ended early. The only gig you had to be at was one Natasha was working and she was magic on the set. Since you had so much free time now though, you went ahead and texted your ex-boyfriend to meet you at a local park. You needed to face him. You needed to get your stuff back. All the guys said so.
As you mentally gave yourself a pep talk, you spotted a familiar face in your peripherals. There he was. John Walker. He had let his scruff grow out on his jaw and his blonde hair was slicked back. The two of you had the kind of cute meeting you saw in romantic comedies. You had run into each other at a coffee shop, and he seemed like your dream guy. Charming, handsome, sweet. As time went by, the features you found endearing seemed to slip away. John had a temper on him, and God he had never hit you, but sometimes he’d say some really terrible things. John was always quick to apologize afterwards, and for so long you bought into it. According to him, he was the best you were ever going to have, and you believed him.
It wasn’t true. You were worth more than he said, you understood that now, but sometimes in moments of weakness his voice would nag at the back of your mind and remind you of all your worst insecurities.
“Babe!” John called out with a bright smile, “I was wondering when you’d call.”
He sat down on the bench beside you and suddenly pulled you into an uncomfortable hug. You didn’t know how to just pull away so you awkwardly patted his back a few times until he released you. You gave him a tense smile, “Hi, John. Thanks for coming. Listen, I need—”
“I know, I know.” John set his hand on your knee and you shifted in place with a grimace, “I’m sorry for what you saw. It was a mistake, baby. I want you back too.”
You quickly shook your head, “No, I… I just need to swing by and grab my stuff. I left a lot of clothes there and…”
“Just come back.” John replied. “You’re being ridiculous. I told you I didn’t sleep with her.”
“You were making out with her, John. In our living room.” You argued.
John scoffed, “It’s the stress of work. My commanding officer has been on my ass and—”
“I know but—”
“Don’t interrupt me.” John snapped. “Look, let’s just get dinner. Talk about this. I want you back.”
You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s a—”
“9:00 tonight. At Giordio’s. I know you like their chicken parmesan.” John gave you a smirk. He squeezed your knee once before rising from his seat and just leaving. You didn’t even like their chicken parmesan. He did. With a groan, you covered your face with your hands. God, you couldn’t do rebound sex right and now you couldn’t even get closure right. What the hell was wrong with you?
You fished around in your purse to find your phone so you could call Natasha. You needed someone now otherwise you were going to implode in on yourself, and nobody talked you off a ledge better than your redheaded best friend.
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Clint was sitting sideways in the recliner as he threw the palm sized basketball across the room and into the basket hanging on the wall in the dining room. Sam, who was at the table, scooped up the ball and tossed it back to him, “Dude, you have the weirdest talents.”
Peter walked out from the hallway and glanced around, “Have you guys seen [Name]? I want her opinion on how to win this argument against Gamora.”
Bucky looked up from the computer resting on his lap as he sat on the couch to where Peter was standing with his phone in hand, “God could reach down to help you and you wouldn’t win an argument against her.”
“I think she’s still at work.” Sam answered.
As if God himself wanted to prove them wrong, the front door swung open hard, like someone had kicked it, and in came the woman in question and the scary model you called best friend. Your eyes were reddish, like you had been crying earlier, and the sniffle that came from you was more evidence of the fact. Clint straightened up in his seat, Sam sat up from the table to stand closer, Peter turned to face you, and Bucky tensed in his seat. You gave them a quick wave before rushing to her room.
They weren’t able to get a single word out because Natasha descended on them in a Russian rage. She threw her purse down and they all flinched as she let her deadly glare drift over every single one of them, “Which one of you dumb motherfuckers told her to talk to her ex?”
Sam pointed at Bucky who point at Clint who pointed at Sam. Peter, on the other hand, shook his head, “Wait, what now?”
“Okay, idiot three is clear.” Natasha scoffed and turned to the other three.
“Wait, how did you choose the order of these idiot titles?” Clint asked, but when her blazing blue-green eyes landed on him he sunk in his seat, “Not important. Never mind.”
Natasha clasped her hands together, a motion that made her look like she was physically restraining herself from clawing at them, “Let me make this clear. It is not your job to give her advice about that fucking bastard. That is my job, you idiots.”
“Okay, we get it, we’re idiots.” Bucky said and stood up, tossing his laptop aside, “Can you tell us what happened?”
“She went to talk to him, and he was an ass to her.” Natasha snapped. “That man is straight poison and the last thing she needed was to face him alone. You have no idea—” She bit her tongue, paused, then shook her head. “If she wasn’t so weirdly attached to you people, I’d murder you all right now.”
Peter raised his hand, “Even me? Because I thought we established that idiot three was not involved in this?”
Bucky bit back a sigh and left the living room to head toward your room. He heard Peter say something and Natasha began to rant again. Rightfully so though. Bucky hated the idea of anyone messing with his family and when he really thought about it, it was stupid of them to suggest you go alone. As alright as you acted, he didn’t know the history there and he shouldn’t have pushed you into this like he did.
He knocked on the door and when your voice called out, Bucky stepped into the room.
You were sitting on the floor with your back against the foot of your bed looking at a picture you had taken with John very early into the relationship. When you looked up, Bucky stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. You gave him a tight lipped smile and small wave, “Hi, Bucky.”
“Hey.” He sighed and crossed the room to you. He stepped over your outstretched legs and then sat on the floor beside you. Bucky’s eyes landed on the photo in your hand, “This the guy?”
You held up the photo that had been taken around Christmas time while the two of you were ice skating in Central Park, “Yupp. This is John. This is three years of my life.”
“Are you okay?” Bucky asked.
“I think so.” You shrugged. “I tried to take the advice you guys gave me and met with him so I could get my stuff but…”
Bucky shook his head, “That’s our fault. We shouldn’t have told you to do that. It wasn’t our place.”
“No, you were right. I need to.” You argued. “I can just never get a word in with him, you know? It was always his way or the highway. I told him I wanted my clothes and he told me we were meeting for dinner tonight. No arguments.”
Bucky’s lips turned down into his signature grumpy, frown and you had to hold back a chuckle. He took the photo from your hand and threw it behind the two of you, “You aren’t going to do that are you?”
“I don’t want to.” You said. “I was so blind our entire relationship. I let so much slide and it wasn’t until he was sucking some other girl’s face that I realized how terrible it all was. The shit he said, I—” Bucky gave you a soft, concerned look. You shrugged. “John just always made me feel so small and worthless. I think I would’ve broken up with him ages ago except he somehow brainwashed me into thinking he was the best I could do.”
Bucky clenched his jaw and for a moment you thought you had made him angry. He shook his head though and when his gaze landed back on yours there was only comfort there, “You know that’s not true right. You’re… incredible, and you deserve the world.”
You rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulder into his, “I’ve been here five weeks. You barely know me.”
“I know that you wake up earlier than you need to on Thursdays because you know Clint comes home from his late night odd jobs then and if you don’t get up to make him breakfast he’ll just pass out without it. I know you listen to Peter rant about every single argument he has with Gamora and the others no matter how tired you are.” Bucky shrugged. “I know you drive out of your way to pick up Sam’s favorite food to bring home for dinner on days where you know he had a rough case in the office. And…” Bucky dragged the word out. He gave you a soft smile, “I know you were the one to finally convince Peter not to practice his new songs before noon because you know that’s when I sleep after a shift at the bar.”
You pulled your legs in to wrap your arms around them and rest your chin on your knees, “You stalking me or something, Barnes?”
“I’m observant.” He replied. “Now come on.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Bucky stood up. He offered you his hand and you let him pull you up to your feet. He gave you grin, “We’re gonna go get your stuff and we might kill your useless ex while we’re at it. I don’t know, we can decide in the car.”
You laughed as he dragged you out of your bedroom.
Ten minutes later, six of you were jam packed into your small car. Bucky was sitting in the passenger seat while the other three guys were stuffed into your backseat. Natasha was sitting on Clint’s lap.
“I just think I should say that I am honored you chose my lap to sit on.” Clint spoke up.
“Oh, I regret it already.” Natasha replied.
Peter slapped his thighs, “I’m warm and ready for you over here, babe.”
“Jar.” You said, meeting his eyes in the rear view mirror. “Definite jar.”
He groaned, “You guys can’t jar me in places where there are no jars.”
You slowed the car until it came to a complete stop at the curb. The house was adorable as you remembered it to be. A pretty yard, a small porch, and yellow window panels. It was supposed to be your future. You wondered what that would’ve looked like. What would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked in on him and that girl.
“[Name].” Natasha mumbled and you glanced around the car to see them all looking at you in concern. For one, you wouldn’t have your boys. You gave them a firm smile and climbed out of the car. They did the same, but they lingered by the curb while you walked up to the front door. His car wasn’t in the driveway and when you knocked on the door there was no response. You counted that as a blessing and used the key hiding under a decoration to the side of the door.
Now, you had to be quick.
Natasha came in and the two of you grabbed your clothes and the remainder of your belongings. The two of you messily threw the items into any spare box you could find and as you brought them out to the front porch, one of the guys would grab it and load it into the car. You had the last box in your arms and when you stepped outside you spotted John’s car pulling into the driveway. Natasha walked out from behind you, taking the box from you, but you kept your eyes on John.
He jumped out of his truck, angry, and marched over, “What the hell are you doing!?”
“I got all my stuff.” You replied firmly. John stormed up to you, but before he even got close the guys stepped in front of you.
John motioned to them, “Who are these people?!”
“My roommates.” You answered.
“Roommates??” John cried out in surprise, “These four men are your roommates?”
Sam crossed his arms, “Yeah, we are.”
Natasha turned to the guys, “The TV in the living room. The big flat screen? [Name] paid for that. Go get it.”
You hadn’t planned on taking it. You just wanted what you needed and wanted to get out. Clint clapped his hands once and Peter held up two thumbs up while they jogged inside to follow instructions. John glared at Natasha, “You—”
“Fuck off, Walker.” Natasha flipped him off and walked inside for God knows what.
Sam and Bucky stayed a step forward on either side of you. Both had their arms crossed tightly over their chests. It was almost comical, and you probably would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that John was glaring at you right now.
He shook his head, “Come home, babe. I’m not going to let you live with these assholes.”
Sam snorted and you stepped past your friends to settle your own glare on the man in front of you, “They’re not assholes. They’re my friends—no, my family, and I love them.” John scoffed, but you didn’t stop. “They’ve been better to me these last five weeks than you were to me in the last three years. John, I—” You sucked in a sharp breath. “I thought I was gonna marry you. Spend the rest of my life with you and I cannot tell you how happy I am to find out I was wrong.” You shook your head. “Lose my number, John.”
You turned on your heel to walk back to the car and wait for your friends for the TV, but a large hand grabbed your bicep roughly and yanked you back. A yelp of pain and surprise slipped from your lips, but it was short lived. Suddenly, his arm was off you and you were hidden behind Sam who held his arm out protectively. Bucky on the other hand had John’s arm locked behind him and bent in a painful position. John was grimacing and clenching his teeth.
“Touch her again,” Bucky growled, “And I’ll rip your damn arm off, Walker.”
John cursed and Bucky shoved him forward, so he landed on the grass. Clint and Peter came out of the house carefully carrying a TV between them while Natasha had another box of stuff in her arms. They loaded the items in the car while Sam and Bucky began to herd you toward the car. Bucky kept his arm around you.
“Fucking whore.” John spat out from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder just in time to watch Sam whip around and deck John in the face. He crumpled to the ground while Sam just rubbed his knuckles. Bucky continued to lead you to the car and this time, after he helped you into the passenger seat, he got behind the steering wheel.
He drove away from the curb and nothing was said until the car got to the end of the street. Clint let out a low whistle, “Well, that guy was a fucking douchebag, but at least we got a nice TV now.”
You were the first one to begin to laugh and once you broke that barrier then the others began to laugh as well until the entire car was in an uproar. John Walker was a speed bump in your rearview mirror and you had never been so thankful for the people you had in your life now.
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kimhargreeves · 11 months
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My Mate-Adam Warlock x Reader
Summary: Your team has to find a way to save Rockets life. New enemies appear and sovereign being known as Adam Warlock is entranced by you. How will he react when he meets you?
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(Wrote an Adam Warlock one shot a long time ago, but wanted to write an official one with Will Poulter as Adam this time. Hope it's good and I apologize if it seemed rushed and credits for the person who made the gif. Also I'm laughing at the haters who now love Will Poulter and made fun of my crush on him long ago.)
I was taking down a couple of Christmas lights that were still being clung to the ceiling to one of the buildings, a party we had thrown Peter a few weeks with the help of everyone. Though I do wish Peter would've helped, I went to see him but saw him drunk with plenty of bottles scattered around him.
"Mantis, do you think you can wake Peter up?" I call out to her.
"I'll try my best, I'll ask Nebula to help him wake up." Mantis began to search for Nebula and watched them together enter where Peter was. Groot was nearby helping Rocket with a couple of things.
I stopped what I was doing and could feel something wasn't right. Looking around I noticed no one was around and in an instant I felt a gush of wind and the sound of a broken window. I fell back but regained my posture and I looked above and saw Rocket being taken away.
"Rocket!" I cry out when I see Rocket with his eyes closed now.
I began to climb up a couple of stairs and tried reaching at whoever suddenly came to kidnap Rocket from us. I continued to run through the roofs and could hear see below me, Nebule and Groot trying stopping him but he kept avoiding our attacks at first. I grabbed hold of my sword and started walking quickly towards a tall man in red and golden armor.
"Hey! Golden boy!" I shout raising my sword towards him not planning on sparing him if he were to harm Rocket in about way.
The man furrows his eyebrows together continue to hold the raccoon. I hear quick footsteps approach me and look back to see Peter and Nebula.
"You want the easy or hard way, buddy?" Peter says holding onto his blasters.
The tall man in front of me finally speaks. "Who is she?" I ask the man asks continuing to look at me.
Everyone looks around not knowing who he is referring to. "What?"
"Her. That woman next to you." My eyes widen when I see the tall man pointing at me.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Nebula says glaring at him and standing in front of me with Peter.
Peter seemed uneasy and takes his fighting position, "Look man, just go back to where you came from-"
"Every since I was released from the cocoon I've been having strange feelings, confusion and loneliness being the most effective. Now I realize what I need, You."
My eyes widen being surprised at what he's saying and seeing Peter turn to glance back at me with a weird expression.
"You're not making any sense man." He tells the sovereign. "(Y/N), sneak out as fast as you can." Peter mutters under his breath.
"I've been so lonely, I only desire to be with my mate. That human is pleasant to my eyes. Thus I choose her." He says looking at me.
"Whoa whoa I make my own decisions with who I decide to stay or leave. I barely know you!" I exclaim yet can't help the blush spread across my face.
Peter continues to try and block me from him. "Ayesha must've sent this himbo. Alright! You can have her only if you leave." Peter makes a face and see Nebula shaking her head.
"You are not going to put her at bait." She warns him.
"I have a plan.."
"Some of your plans don't work out Peter!"
"I have a right in all of this. And you!" I pushed right last Peter and stepped closer to the tall golden man. "Kidnapping is not okay, especially if you plan on taking something that doesn't belong to you." I point and felt Nebula pulling my arm so I can step back.
We stared at the man who seemed confused and stayed silent for a couple of seconds. "I can't?"
I sigh loudly and face palmed myself. "Are you serious?!"
The man now seemed completely taken back, almost on the verge of tears at my sudden raise of voice. "I was taken out of my cocoon early." Is all he says.
The man seems like a being built like no other species has. He's clearly Ayesha's son. He looks like a god, tall, muscular and seems threatening..but he's…kinda dumb. I tilt my head wondering how he acts looks completely to how menacing he could look to others. For the short while I've see him he acts child like, irrational not knowing exactly what to say or do..
"He's an asshole, that's what he is." Peter says interrupting my thoughts, he now steps forward with me. "Hand us our friend over." Peter says when the man held onto Rocket.
"Alright, we already gave him a warning." The three of us began to fight him, or attempted to since he was too strong for us, Groot also tried to but got cut with only his head remaining. Nebula was quickly thrown to the ground and beaten with only Peter remaining trying to fight back.
I threw Peter my sword so he would continue the fight and I quickly was about run to Mantis's side when I heard her cry until I was tripped and quickly caught myself and saw the man standing back in front of me.
I positioned my fists up ready to fight him back. "I won't go easy on you." I threw the first punch, punching the side of his face, then was about to do it again but he began avoiding it, not fighting back at me.
I groaned angrily and tried to hit him but he would avoid me. "Quit dodging me and fight!" I shouted at him when all he did was simply trip me again. I glare at him and quickly got to my feet.
"You really are a strange man."
"Thank you." He said almost smiling.
"That wasn't a compliment." I bluntly tell him
"My name is Adam if you are wondering."
"I don't care. You hurt my friend." I managed to hit him again and quickly Peter came to my side and began to help me defeat Adam but we were unsuccessful and he left.
Time is quickly running out for us. We've been in search of the High Evolutionary, our friend Rocket is fighting for his life. We had arrived to counter earth and I was guarding the shop with Gamora, well new Gamora from the different timeline.
"I missed you, you know." Was the first thing I said, unsure of what to say since the silence was a bit awkward. I awkwardly adjusted my blue suit and started playing with the sleeves.
"I don't know who you are." Gamora replied glancing back at me.
I decided to say nothing more and crossed my arms over my chest. We used to be an amazing team with her, if it weren't for Thanos past Gamora would still be with us.
"Hey..look." both of us stood up and when we did the ground began to shake. I ran closer to inspect outside and saw that the planet was blowing itself up. This was all planned then. Everyone will die here.
"Gamora, I need you to try and contact either Peter or Drax."
"Hey! Where are you going?!" She shouted when she saw me running outside of the Bowie.
"Trying to save any one I can!" I continued to run outside and saw many of counter Earth's citizens running for their lives, others unfortunately died in the fire. Some of them recognized me of when we landed and began to follow me when I began to motion for them to follow me.
"No where the hell is Mantis and Drax?!" I ask myself and panting while continuing to run.
Another loud and huge explosion happened and I watched the High Evolutionary's ship now beginning to ascend. That's where Peter is! I began to run now faster when the ground beneath my feet started to shake.
"Shit!" I cursed now running faster towards the ship again, I nearly fell when the ground started to crack and fall down. Damn it in not gonna make it!
I continued to run until I didn't feel my feet on the ground, I slipped down and I reached my hands out and tried holding onto the ground above me tight. I cried out and tried pulling myself up but the ground continued to shake and I slipped again. I closed my eyes tight and was prepared to die.
Only that I didn't fall. Well, I did fall but I didn't hit my head as hard as I thought. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself inside Peter's ship, I looked to my side and saw a small creature, a Blurp wagging itself and his what I assume owner now fainted by my feet.
"Adam?" I stared down at him surprised and I reached carefully down and poked him. He's unconscious. So he's the one who saved me.
I jumped in my spot when I heard Gamora cursing and she appeared in front of me. "Where were you?! Never mind help me get him up, I'm going to tie him up."
Gamora walked past me and made it to Adams side. "Now!" She ordered. If I were to disobey her we would have a fight, so I did as she said and helped Gamora tie Adam down. The small Blurp had peed when Gamora shouted at it and felt safe with Adam so it stayed with him while Gamora and I went back to control the ship.
The Guardians of the Galaxy and I were safe, everyone of us survived though mostly disbanded. The High Evolutionary was now dead for all the suffering he placed on innocent animals. Knowhere was now a refuge for people in need. Gamora went back with the Ravagers…Mantis left to discover herself..and Peter left back for Earth.
Drax and Nebula would look after the many experimented children we rescued on the enemies ship. They would make sure they would find a home and look after Knowhere and the rest of it's citizens.
I felt like staying. I wanted to continued helping people, so I stayed with the original Guardians. Rocket and Groot.
Now we had a new members, new Guardians to protect the planet. Kraglin, Cosmo, Phyla Vell and Adam Warlock with his pet Blurp.
I zipped up my suit and got myself comfortable sitting next to Adam. "I never properly thanked you for saving back then." I said nudging him and saw him tense up.
"N-No problem, (Y/N). Glad I can finally be of proper help. I apologize for calling you..my mate." He muttered the last bit and seemed embarrassed by it not scratching his golden hair
I giggle and smiled looking at him. "It was weird but adorable of you to stay that." I reached down and scratched Blurps head and saw it scratching itself with it's back paws.
"We should hang out more often. I know of a place that makes delicious meals, Kraglin and Cosmo recommended it to me. I'll even teach you good songs to listen to, every great 80's and old songs Peter and I used to listen."
"Hang out? Like the t-two of us or the whole team?" Who knew I could have a god stuttering over a simple thing.
I shrugged my shoulders and saw Blurp raving over to Adam and sitting itself over his lap. "I would like to know more about you, so yes, only the two of us should hang out. I don't think our Captain would mind."
I raised my voice and saw Rocket holding onto his gun and turning back to look at us. "Whatever love birds. You can do whatever you want with each other after we finish this mission."
"I am Groot."
"I know it'll just be a date. Why you gotta mention that?!" Rocket said looking up at his partner.
Adam and I stood back up and I reached up to grab his shoulder and felt himself tense back up and shiver. "You're invited to join us next time. So, Adam…"
I turn to look up at him and smiled, "Ready for our date after this?
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elliebean714 · 10 months
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Uh oh tumblr, I'm hyperfixating again...
This time on GOTG cus of the new film. Jeepers Creepers I love that silly little raccoon.
Anyway I'm gonna start taking requests for them now ig.
Rocket Raccoon
Mantis
Drax
Nebula
Adam Warlock
Peter Quill
Groot
Gamora
Is that my ranking of the guardians? No... definitely not...
Anyway pls send requests im desperate. And specify what film you want it to take place around, characters develop. It's hard to pin them down.
Check this post for what I an open to writing and what I won't write(you'll have to scroll to the bottom. Or maybe take a look at the other fandoms idc I'm not your mom)
K bye💕
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temperature play ; marvel women (18+)
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kinktober day nineteen extra
pairings ; carol danvers x gender neutral!reader, hela odindöttir x gender neutral!reader jane foster x gender neutral!reader, gamora x gender neutral!reader, kate bishop x gender neutral!reader, mantis x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, okoye x gender neutral!reader, valkryie x gender neutral!reader, wanda maximoff x gender neutral!reader, yelena belova x gender neutral!reader
note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
carol danvers
when it comes to temperature play, carol tends to lean towards acts based around heat and heated objects - partly because of how accessible it is to her and because she enjoys leaving faint marks on your body
though she’s also the type to be extremely cautious and reluctant to start engaging in this type of play because she’s all too aware of the types of risks it can bring - though with some thorough convincing she’ll certainly give it a go
hela odindöttir
hela is much more open to all types of play from the get go and has plenty of experience with it from her time as the true heir of asgard - meaning that she’d likely be the one to introduce temperature play to the bedroom
she takes on a dominant role with this, as she does with most things, and tends to use both extreme heat and cold as a form of punishment or as an extension of pain play
jane foster
jane is the type to do extensive and thorough research into temperature play once you’ve brought up wanting to partake in it - what toys she should use, where she should touch you, how she can safely heat/freeze them, etc.
she primarily uses this as a way of teasing you with toys made specifically for this type of play - with two main examples being a reinforced glass dildo for cold play and metal toys for heat play
gamora
gamora isn’t the most familiar with the concept of temperature play, but after doing some research she finds herself being open to giving and receiving it (with a distinct preference for the cold side of things)
she’s very squirmy when receiving this treatment and, likewise, tends to be very messy when performing it on you - ending up being impacted herself whilst trying to maintain her usual domineering demeanour
kate bishop
kate tends to get rather skittish and flustered when it comes to introducing anything non-vanilla to your sex life, so this particular kink would have to be introduced in a very slow and mutual manner
that being said, she has no particular preference between heat and cold items during play — so long as there’s an open line of communication that allows her to bow out whenever
mantis
mantis is an assured novice when it comes to most sexual activities, so it’s safe to say that you’d need to be the one to bring it up
she’s also more submissive leaning and would prefer for you to make use of heat rather than cold (the latter being more uncomfortable and unpleasant than pleasurable for her)
natasha romanov
nat is open to the idea of temperature play so long as you’re on the receiving end - and, consequently, she’s happy to make use of whatever you suggest
that being said, she will tend to lean towards using the heat or cold to tease you during foreplay more than anything else (e.g. tracing ice around your nipples or near your sex)
okoye
okoye is incredibly calm and collected in most aspects of life and, thus, tends to be very confident and guiding in the bedroom — which extends to any experimentation you do
though she prefers cold play, she’s also comfortable with heat and will be very vocal with both; making sure there’s an open line of communication and you’re both comfortable and enjoying yourselves throughout
valkryie
valkryie takes a very casual and relaxed approach to most things in the bedroom; she’s had a long time to experiment and she’s confident enough to say she knows exactly what she’s doing
she’s happy to use whatever you propose but she’s more comfortable using these items on you than vice versa (e.g. heated/cooled items)
wanda maximoff
wanda is a veritable switch in the bedroom and is happy to do whatever you want at least once — though with this type of play she’d need a great deal of assurance and guidance so she doesn’t hurt you more than intended
when receiving she prefers heat (cold startles her more than anything), but when giving she prefers to use cooled items as, to her, there’s more leeway before you get hurt
yelena belova
yelena is very methodical and precise when it comes to anything that could cause either of you harm — both in and outside of the bedroom — and because of her history she’d much prefer to be the one exposing you to the play rather than receiving it
when she does use it, her preference lies entirely on what you ask for, and either way she’ll be very slow and observant, making sure that you’re comfortable and at ease throughout and taking care to watch for any signs of genuine distress or pain beyond your agreed upon limits
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aliasrocket · 7 months
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I crack up every fucking time someone has a whole post clarifying the characters they write for meanwhile I’m just here
Oh what? Oh I write for rocket raccoon. Yes. Yeah. Who else???
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messymindpalace · 11 months
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Attention everyone:
For the next several days this is going to be a blog dedicated to the most beloved galaxy found family aka The Guardians of The Galaxy.
Thank you for your attention.
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Peter Quill x Reader
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There was a dull ache in your side as you threw a knife at the alien. It's neon orange skin being slit open gracefully.
You were quickly tackled by- what the hell.
It was peter.
"What the fuck," you hiss, rolling out from underneath him. The faint scent of his shampoo and leather entering your system.
"He was gonna shoot you, babe," he says kissing your forehead, then your nose, an finally your lips.
"I wouldn't even be fighting if you hadn't stolen that stupid- what even is that thing," you yell, slashing another alien across the throat, and kicking out it's knees.
Peter grabs your hand as you both run to the ship. Dodging enemy blasts, and that one came from rocket, "I'm on your side, trash panda," you yell at him. Pete Snickers at your remark.
You hop into the pilots seat, "No I'm driving, don't even fucking try Star-lord," you put additional emphasis on his made up name.
He pouts and sits next to you. You hear a faint explosion, rocket must be fixing a gadget or making another bomb out of your hot tools.
"Baby," Peter drawls out, "I said I'm sorry,"
"No you actually didn't,"
"Okay, well fine if your going to be difficult, I'm sorry, I love you,"
"I love you to asshole,"
You take the jet through a few quick jumps before you start floating at a steady pace.
You leave to go your quarters, a hand stops you- Mantis, "You are not mad, you are feeling in love and,-" you quickly cut her off," Unless you care to find out how far I can shove my foot up your ass, you better not finish that thought,"
Quill start laughing, mantis gives you a terrified look and drops your hand.
"Why would you want to shove your foot up her ass," Drax questions.
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You and Peter lie awake in his bed.
"I'm sorry," he says for the millionth time. His warm figure pressed into your smaller frame. Enveloping you in his warmth.
"I'm over it, and I love that shampoo," you reply, taking in a deep whiff of the spicy forest type scent.
It was perfectly complimenting to your signature scent, applewood and vanilla.
"I like the way you smell," he replies hand snaking around your waist. He places a few sloppy kisses on your neck.
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romanoffshouse · 6 months
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"This will be the day that I die."
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wandascrush · 8 days
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Marvel master-list
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N.R. Master-list
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countrymusiclover · 7 months
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Part 4
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His Sky
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Rocket led me through the spaceship until he found an empty room where he shut it with his foot. I lifted myself up on the bed where I winced, staring at him wearing a shirt and pants while I wasn't wearing any clothing. "Uh is this weird for me to not be wearing what you have on?"
"Don't worry what you look like around me. But if any of the others say anything about you I'll blast them." He lightly threatened while he dug around in one of the carts until he found a shirt. "Try that on, squirrel."
Catching the fabric he tossed at me I shrugged it over my head with my tail peaking up unlike Rockets that was ust swaying down back and forth while he was watching me. "So…uh…what do we do now?"
"We don't have to do anything now. I took care of that asshole and got you back. The only thing that matters is you and me together." He spoke, putting his hand on my knee, tilting his head to the side curiously. "Hey, you crying?"
Wrapping my arms around myself I felt tears falling down my face where he quickly climbed up on the bunk beside me. He doesn't hesitate in putting his arms around me and I leaned into his touch. "It's just you... .I never thought I would ever get out of that place. The torture that he put me through after you escaped was….I can still feel what they did to me."
"Hey, look at me. He's not going to touch you ever again you hear me. I will blast or blow up anyone who tries to hurt you Y/n." He declares placing his paws on the sides of my furry face.
Without thinking I wrapped my arms around him in a hug feeling him slightly tense but he relaxed when one of my hands ran over behind his ear stratching there. "Y/n…ohhh."
"What am I hurting you. I'm sorry." I drew back afraid since he made a noise.
He shook his head giving me a tiny smile that said a whole lot more was coming from him. "No, it's nice. But I'm supposed to be helping you."
"Rock, it's okay. You have already helped me. I'm just emotional is all." Wiping away some tears with my arm we just stared at each other letting silence fill the room.
The raccoon shook his head running his hands down his face trying to change his demeanor around me. "Urgh I used to be good at this stuff when I was a young idiot." He looked over at the door before he took my hand again and he tugs me down to lay beside him on the bunk.
His eyes scanned over my body. He saw no new metal implications throughout my body which made him slightly happy because those surgeries hurt like hell. Yet he brushed his fingers over a fresh burn spot he could see on my hip, shoulder and in other spots too. "Those assholes shouldn't have hurt you…I shouldn't have left you with him. I…I had time before they got there. I could have grabbed you and we could have flown away together."
"Rock, don't blame yourself for what happened. I told you to go for a reason. If you had stayed he would have cut both our brains and we would be dead right now." I lifted my head up meeting his gaze before I interviewed my paw with his giving him a smile. "You saved me."
His ears perked upwards at that. "Yeah I mean I am the smartest person on the ship…you're smart too."
"But you're probably a better pilot than me." I smiled since I had never flown a spaceship.
Rocket nodded. "I can teach you. Plus I make advanced blasters and bombs too."
“One thing at a time, my raccoon.” I chuckled waiting for him to say he wasn’t a raccoon but he didn’t.
He instead said back to me. “I’ve missed ya, Squirrel.” He slowly pulled me for a hug and I leaned into his touch. Gripping the fabric of his shirt I smiled feeling his arms wrap around my waist.
The door suddenly opened where I got behind Rocket, almost climbing on his back growling through my teeth. “Rocket, we’re almost home now. Woah, was I interrupting something?” I recognized the Terran who wore the red jacket and carried a blaster on his hip.
“Get out of here, Quill. This doesn’t concern your Terran ass!” Rocket growled, snapping his teeth at him sharply.
The Terran he called Quill raised his hands in the air. “Easy dude. I’ll leave you two alone.” He walked away not bothering to shut the door behind him when he left but it didn’t matter.
Climbing off of Rocket’s shoulders he gently spoke to me when I plopped back down beside him. “Easy there, Y/n. These idiots aren’t gonna hurt you.”
“Sorry, just a force of habit now I guess. Are you always that snarky with them? Cause you’re never that way with me except when I call you what animal you actually are.” Knitting my brows together I met his gaze with my ears twitching slightly.
He shrugs his shoulders jumping down from the bed offering me his paws to put mine in before I jump down from the bunk. “They’re my family. They are idiots half the time but regardless they are my family.”
“So what do you see when you look at me?” I asked him lightly, tilting my head to the side.
He takes my hands in his struggle to get the words out. “I uh…do you want to be with me?”
“Yes, Rocket. I thought it was obvious how I feel about you.” Sending him a smile I squeezed his hands in mine with my tail swinging around since I was happy for once.
Rocket tilted his head to the side. “Hey I don’t know, I don't do well with emotions. I just know that I really enjoy blowing things up. I could make you a jetpack like the one I have then we go flyin.” He sends me an awkward smile staring down at me since I was slightly shorter than him.
“You’ll have to teach me how that works. But I’m glad you really like me too.” Stepping closer to the raccoon I watched his eyes scan me over. I didn’t wait for him to do something before I put my paws on his shoulders kissing him.
His body stiffened against my body but he didn’t pull away like I was expecting him to do. Rocket to my surprise and slight joy leaned forward and kissed me back. We remained kissing each other until we heard someone eating chips in the hallway. “A raccoon and a squirrel kissing. Who would have thought that?”
“Dude, how long have you been standing there?” Rocket broke away from me where I tilted my head down to the ground feeling some heat going to my furry cheeks.
Drax put a chip in his mouth. “Ever since Quill left. But you didn’t notice me because I have mastered the art of standing so still.”
“We’ll get the heck out of here before I blast your ass!” Rocket growled, stepping in front of me with his hands into fists. He stomped forward slamming the door shut running his hands down his face growling through frustration.
Sending him a look I climbed back onto the bed when I winced feeling some pain in my back from the metal they put inside us. Leaving my legs to dangle down I looked at my partner. “Don’t worry about them, Rock. They're just curious I guess. Since you make them think you don’t care.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. You are almost as smart as I am so you’ve got good judgment.” Rocket climbed up into the small cot beside me. His eyes went soft and his tone of voice changed laying on his side like I was. “How are you feeling…now that you’re not a prisoner?”
I winced reaching for his hand and he allowed me to take it in mine. “My back is hurting. Do you have this too?”
“Yeah I do. I’m here though for you.” He reluctantly opened his arms gesturing with his head for me to come closer into his embrace.
Snuggling into his furry chest he wrapped his arms around my waist with his chin resting on my head. Gripping the fabric of his shirt I buried my face into his chest. “Thanks Rocket.”
“You’re welcome, Y/n.” He whispered letting out a breath enjoying the feeling of actually being able to hold me in his arms. No more needles. No more metal cages separating us. “Just don’t tell the others that we do this. I don’t want them seeing me and you acting weak. If that’s okay?”
Nuzzling my nose with his I nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry they don’t need to know everything.” Laying my head back against his chest, Rocket actually got somewhat of a good night's sleep and I actually got to sleep for once without any problems.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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yanderemcu · 2 months
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Yandere Gamora Alphabet
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A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 
Puts a knife to your throat, holding hands,hand on you,holding,hair playing
B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 
Tells you everything
C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 
Violence,yelling,force feeding,threats,holding,ties you up,takes things
D-Desire (How long until they take you) 
1 month
E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 
A little dominant
F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 
Be together forever
G=Gifts (What do they give you) 
Clothes,jewelry, weapons, daggers
H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 
Her punishments and her threats
I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 
9/10
J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 
Threatens them to leave you alone
K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 
Very brutal,ruthless and painful
L=Language (What is their love language) 
Quality time
M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 
She can't be manipulated
N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 
She'd do anything for you
O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 
10/10
P=Pet names(What do they call you)  
Princess,Hunny,sweetie,sweetheart, babe,baby,doll,sweet thing, beautiful
Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 
Kills herself
R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 
No chance
S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 
10/10
T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 
Manipulative,Possessive, Obsessive, Stalker,Sweet,Isolating,Caring, Overprotective
U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 
Can snap and hurt you at will
V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 
Puts a knife to your throat and threatens you not to do it again
W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 
No
X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 
Nothing really
Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 
3/10
Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)
Holding you  
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whimsicalli · 10 months
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Is it finished? Who knows.
Did I forget to sign it? Yes.
Will I fix that? Probably not.
But they are soft and precious and deserve to be seen.
Silly little art inspired by what Asphodel should have been😈 ( @aleksandrachaev I love you and let’s be honest, the fix-it broke me and put me back together all at the same time (: )
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