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rxmqnova · 6 months

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Hello!

How about Wanda x Reader, where yn has golden retriever energy.

Wanda and Vision broke up a few months ago, he cheated on her and she was like not believe in love anymore, until she met yn thanks to Yelena, yn is kate's older sister, and has the same energy or more than her.

The Bishop girl

Y/N: 26 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N Bishop, why in the world do you have just one fork? Now I know where Kate gets that from" Yelena sighs, shaking her head while carrying a pot full of mac and cheese she made.

"I'm just one person, Yelena. Besides, you kinda invited yourself over, I wasn't expecting you at all today" Y/N tells her back. The girl was just enjoying her coffee when her sister and Yelena suddenly bursted through the door of her apartment.

"Once you hear why Kate and I came, you'll be glad we did" Yelena says, sitting down at the table and opening her mouth to say more. "We-"

"You'll be so happy! I can't wait to tell you!" Kate squeals, cutting Yelena off and actually making her older sister curious.

"Can you guys just tell me what's going on already?" Y/N asks them impatiently, her leg bouncing up and down from how curious she is right now.

"The three of us are going to Tony Stark's party tonight!" Kate squeals.

"Oh my god! Really?!" This time is Y/N the one to squeal, her eyes shining.

The sisters, Y/N and Kate, have had this dream to become ones of the Avengers ever since they saw Clint and Natasha fighting for New York. Kate's role model has always been Clint and that's actually why she got into her Archery thing while Y/N's has been Natasha, so she got more into fighting. And now the younger sister is actually about to become an Avenger which is the coolest thing ever for the older sister.

"I need to get ready!" Y/N rushes to her room, immidiately opening her closet and throwing her best suits and dresses on her bed.

"We'll pick you up later!" Yelena calls from the kitchen, so Y/N calls 'okay' back and get back into choosing what to wear.

After trying on everything the girl decides for her favorite black suit as she doesn't feel like wearing dress tonight. But of course she needs to do her make-up and hair first, so that's what she does before actually dressing up. She does wear heels to her suit though and then just sits on the couch and waits until Yelena and Kate pick her up.

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The three arrive to the party… finally, and Yelena with Kate immediately drag Y/N to where the Avengers are standing and talking.

"Guys! This is my older sister Y/N" Kate blurts out immediately on which everyone stops talking and looks at the older sister, making her nervous.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Steve. Kate has told us a lot about you" Steve breaks the akward silence, giving Y/N a smile and stretching his hand for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too!" The girl smiles back, shaking his hand. Y/N repeats this with most of them and they immediately include her in their conversation which finally makes the girl relax.

Her eyes land on the only present Avenger she hasn't met yet though… Wanda Maximoff. She's sitting at the bar alone, sipping her drink and she definitely looks like she needs some cheering up.

"I'll be right back, I'll just go for a drink real quick" Y/N tells her sister, earning a nod, so she heads to the bar. A simple "Hey" Is how she greets Wanda, giving her a smile as an attempt to start a conversation.

"Hi… Sorry, I'm not really in the mood for a conversation" Wanda sighs, making Y/N furrow her brows.

"Yeah. I've noticed. That's why I came here… for a drink and to cheer you up" Y/N gives the witch another smile before telling the guy behind the bar her order.

"Sorry, who are you?" Wanda asks, scanning the unknown girl with her eyes which makes Y/N shift uncomfortably a little bit.

"I'm Y/N Bishop, Kate's older sister" She introduces herself.

"Right, she speaks about you a lot. I'm Wanda" Wanda says, finally giving Y/N a small smile.

Of course Y/N knows why is Wanda sad… what happened between the famous pair… that Vision cheated on Wanda a few months ago and they broke up. Kate's been telling her older sister everything that's been happening on the compound.

That's the reason behind Wanda's not so cheerful behavior. Y/N isn't even surprised when Wanda's ex-boyfriend is currently on the dance floor with a few ladies.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Wanda… Hey, don't you think it's too loud here? Don't you maybe wanna go for a walk or something?" Y/N asks the Avenger to try to get her away from here, so she'd stop staring at her ex-boyfriend. It might be too fast, but it's worth a try, right?

"… Okay" Wanda sighs and stands up, starting to walk away, so Y/N is quick to follow behind.

The pair ends up on a balcony with the most beautiful view on the entire city which leaves Y/N breathless. She walks closer to the edge, her mouth opened at the sight.

"Wow"

"I know, right? I always come here when I need a moment alone" Wanda confused, a smile visible on her lips.

"I like your smile, you should smile more" Y/N says on which Wanda's cheeks turn a bit red.

Wanda shakes her head, trying to get rid off the nice feeling she's currently having. Ever since Vision cheated on her, Wanda just decided that she'd never fall in love again. She truly loved him and he betrayed her.

Vision was supposed to be her soulmate, the person she'll grow old with, but he just had to do this to her. Thanks to that, the witch slowly stopped believing in love, thinking that maybe she's just destined to stay alone after what happened to her parents, then her twin brother and now to her relationship with Vision.

"You're shivering… Here, take this" Y/N smiles warmly, taking off her suit and putting it over Wanda's shoulders.

"Thank you" Wanda smiles, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she locks eyes with the Bishop girl.

The nice feeling appears again, making Wanda wonder if love really doesn't exist. Maybe it's not how she thought? Maybe it was supposed to happen like this and someone else… maybe even the girl in front of her… is the one she's supposed to spend her life with…

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I'm still confused about what golden retriever energy actually is, but I hope I'm at least close😅

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dirtyvulture · 2 months

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Can you make like...How do you think the avengers would react if they found a Flashdrive witn Y/n modeling pictures... after she forgot in a table

I’m not technically taking requests right now, but I’ll give this one a shot:

“I thought you said we weren’t supposed to stick unknown flash drives in our laptops,” Steve points out as Tony spins the silver flash drive with a coating of chipped red paint towards himself.

“I said you guys aren’t supposed to,” he says, “But I can do whatever I want.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You’re still putting everyone at risk if–” Steve continues, as Natasha rolls her eyes next to him and wonder why he’s even putting up an argument.

“What do you humans keep on those tiny sticks anyway?” Thor asks, his entire hand shoved into a nearly empty box of Poptarts.

“We’re about to find out.” Tony connects the flash drive to his laptop. He opens the drive to reveal a single folder. Steve, Natasha, and Clint crowd closer to him to get a better view, while Thor discards his box of Poptarts and goes hunting through the cupboards for another snack.

“It looks like a bunch of pictures and some videos,” Tony says, reading off the file names. But the thumbnails are too small to tell what they are, so he double clicks on one, opening a very high-resolution photo of you in black lingerie, posing by a stripper pole on some kind of stage.

“Oh no,” Steve squeaks, turning away as if to protect your modesty.

“Hell yeah,” Clint says in approval. “Go Y/N.”

Natasha feels her mouth go dry as she stares at your hardly covered body.

“Is this what Y/N does on her days off?” Tony says, clicking through the photos. The photoshoot seems to have no end, as you move from posing on the stage to lying out on a couch, progressively losing more and more of your clothing until–

“Yep, that’s enough for the day.” Tony shuts the lid of his laptop. “Someone should tell Y/N to at least password-protect her flash drive.”

“Let me make a copy first,” Natasha mutters.

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AN: This is a Nat x R blog after all, so hopefully you didn't expect anything less. :)

#anon ask #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #avengers react #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader

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stevenssacrab · 5 months

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In Secret

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Summary: For six months, you and Steve have hidden your relationship from everyone, but what happens when you come face to face with death?

Rating: 17+

Warnings: Sneaking around, hostage situation, kissing, reader has a near death experience

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: love a good ol’ Steve fic, never misses, I hope everyone enjoys this one, have a happy new year!!

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Being Captain America’s significant other comes with an absurd amount of pressure; you have to be flawless, never make a single mistake, be a good role model for kids, and be just as if not more heroic, which is precisely why you’ve chosen to hide your relationship from everyone, fellow Avengers included. It wasn’t an easy decision, but you and Steve both decided that it would be for the best; you were new to the Avenger team and didn't want the added pressure of being with Steve; you and Steve somehow managed to have kept it hidden for six months, it didn’t come without its hardships though, Steve needed to keep up the appearance of a fearless leader, so he couldn’t be sweet on you when it came to training and performance evaluations; and you couldn't defend Steve when others complained about his methods, less they suspect anything between you two, much to your dismay Steve seemed to always have women after him, leading to a few disagreements about how Steve should handle the situation, you wanted Steve to be harsher when he turned them down, but Steve has a reputation to uphold, and being rude and dismissive was not a part of it.

"Okay, you leave first, and I'll join 5 minutes later," Steve said reassuringly, rubbing your arm gently and giving your hand a light squeeze.

"Okay, see you out there, Cap," you say playfully with a wink; you walk out of your room and down the hall into the conference room filled with fellow Avengers; your eyes scan for an empty seat.

"Y/N! Over here!" Wanda calls, waving her hand and patting the open spot between her and Natasha; you smile and briskly walk over.

"Did we start yet?" you asked, knowing the meeting can't start without Steve.

"No, just waiting for Steve," Natasha says matter of factly, doodling absentmindedly on a piece of paper.

"So, Natasha and I want to see that new movie that just came out. Do you wanna come?" Wanda asked, but you've already seen that movie with Steve earlier this week.

"I've already seen it," you said disheartened.

"HOW!? It's been out for two days?!" Wanda astonished. "It's honestly impressive how fast you watch these movies as they come out; who are you even seeing them with?" Wanda asked, peering at you suspiciously.

"Uh, my mom?" you voice with a rising inflection.

"Okay, this week's mission!" Steve calls out loudly, walking into the room before Wanda can question you further, "Our sources tell us Hydra is working on a new super soldier serum for a division of soldiers. Our mission is to stop them in their tracks." Steve says firmly, eyes landing on yours fleetingly.

"We'll go in groups of 3: Wanda, Clint, and Y/N in group one, group two is Me, Peter, and Scott, and the third and final group is Bucky, Sam, and Natasha.”

"We gotta hightail it; this is of great significance, so we move tonight, meet at the quin in an hour, we’ll discuss our plans of attack on the way," he says with a nod, marching out the room.

“Everyone’s here?” Steve asks, scanning the quin, ensuring everyone is accounted for, “Okay, as we fly over, group one will land on the south side of the building, my group will land east, group three lands west, and the quin will land in the north, the goal is to push toward the center where intel tells us the serums are located and try to catch anyone who may be running off with the serum, once secured everyone evacuate immediately and meet at the jet. Everyone clear?” He asks strictly, looking toward the teams, and they nod affirmatively.

“Okay, move out!” he shouts, rushing for his shield and jumping out of the plane; you land quietly outside the building, shed the parachute off, and get into position.

“Okay, on my mark, go!” Clint whispers harshly; the three of you move as a unit, sweeping every corner, taking quiet steps, instincts on high alert; as you move through the building, you can’t help this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach; something doesn’t feel right, you’re halfway through the building, and not a single enemy has been spotted.

“Guys, I don’t like this,” you say lowly over comms, hairs on the back of your neck standing straight.

“Let’s just keep moving so we can get out of here,” Clint says, readjusting his grip on his pistol while Wanda grows increasingly worried, palms becoming sweaty, the tension hanging in the air.

“Cap, you guys got anything on your end?” Clint asked over comms, his eyes scanning the suspiciously empty room.

“Nothing over here; keep your eyes peeled; everything about this feels wrong,” Captain uttered, uneasy hanging off every word; you signal you are going to have a look around at the team and break right; you creep into a dark room littered with papers, it looks like everyone just got up at left, you spot a computer playing footage on a loop, you walk up and watch, it’s your team landing outside.

“It's a trap! They know we're here!” You screamed over comms; you reached for your gun but felt something hard press against your back.

“Don't even think about it,” a deep voice said coldly as they pulled you against them roughly; you kept your hands in the air, your heart beating out of your chest; they ran their hands over your body, removing any possible weapon.

“What’s the plan now?” You ask coyly, looking over your shoulder slightly.

“Turn around!” He boomed, patience wearing thin; he pushed the gun against your head, “Walk,” he said, shoving you with the weapon, and you walked carefully toward the exit.

“Y/N, where are you?” Steve asks, trying not to sound as concerned as he is; you trudge toward the exit and swing it open

“Hiya, Captain,” you call, looking at him with pleading eyes. Steve’s face breaks your heart; it’s as if you told him the worst news of his life. The assailant grips you by your neck and pulls you close, holding the gun to your temple.

“What’s wrong, Captain? Cat got your tongue?” He said smugly. Steve said nothing, his eyes remaining planted on you as panic started to work its way across your chest, your hands clawing at the arm tightening around your neck, the assailant laughing at the way you struggle to breathe.

“I'll keep it brief and tell you what I want: a trade, the soldier for your newest recruit," he said arrogantly, walking you both closer to Steve

"Don't do it!" you say anxiously, looking at the team with all their weapons drawn and pointed in your direction; you shift your weight uncomfortably, trying to think of any possibility that doesn't end with you injured or dead, Steve looks back at the rest of the team and then back at you, time moves slow, your skin stings with the bite of the cold winter air, and you hear your blood rushing through your ears like crashing waves, when the assailant jerks suddenly, he fires a shot in the air.

"It's now or never, Captain!" He yells, shoving the gun aggressively into your temple; you close your eyes, accepting your demise, and you open your mouth to say something, but the sound of a gunshot cuts you off; your body tenses, and you wait for the pain, but it never comes, you finally open your eyes when you feel Steve's arms wrap around you, Steve's face is filled with concern, you see his mouth moving, but you don't hear anything, Steve grabs your arms and shakes you lightly, your hearing fades in.

"Y/N! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh my god," he blubbers, tears welling in his eyes; he pulls you in for a fiery kiss, holding you as you'd slip through his fingers; he pulls back slowly and looks deeply into your eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asks, panic having left his body; he glides his hands down your arms and holds your hands, interlacing your fingers.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just shaken up," you say reassuringly, pulling him into a hug. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, losing yourself in the comforting aura that is Steve, and then you hear someone clear their throat; your eyes shoot open, landing on the whole team just staring at you and Steve; you jump back and hit Steve playfully on the chest.

"Steve, they saw us!" You whisper harshly and turn him around, hiding behind his big frame; he clears his throat and speaks

"Uh..." he mutters; he suddenly reaches behind himself and grabs your hand, pulling you next to him and wrapping his arm around your waist.

"We are dating." He said confidently, chin high; there was a long pause as the team looked around at each other, and then you heard a squeal; it was Wanda squealing with happiness, running towards you with a broad smile and open arms, she practically tackled you to the ground, squeezing the life out of you.

"Oh, Wanda, I can't breathe," you choke out, gently smacking her arms.

"Since when?" Sam asks, walking up to Steve and patting him proudly on the back.

"6 months ago," Steve says brightly with a smile, pulling you against him.

"I've known for four months," Natasha says cooly

"How?!" You and Steve say in unison, looking at each other. Natasha smirked and walked closer to you both, placing one hand on each of your shoulders.

"You guys should probably not fall asleep in each other's arms if you don't want anyone to find out." She says matter-of-factly, walking away and leaving you both stunned. "Congrats," she shouted back as she walked into the quinjet.

"Let's move out, team!" He shouts, grabbing your hand gently and walking you both onto the quinjet.

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spaghettiposts · 1 year

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Secrets out

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Requested: “Hi do fick like wanda (16/17 years) invites his girlfriend (reader) to komleksu avengers in the absence of the team but are caught (Avengers do not know that wanda has someone and ask for Clint in the role of slightly overprotective older brother / dad)” - Fack_off on Ao3

Warning: Mild sexual content and fluff

It was 9:25 when you received Wanda’s message. It was now 9:40 as you raced to the Avengers compound, still mindful of traffic laws. Due to conflicting schedules of being an Avenger you and your girlfriend rarely had time for each other. What made it more difficult was the fact your relationship was a secret, you both enjoyed the thrill of it.

So when Wanda sent you a message informing you the Avengers had left on a mission, she didn’t have to tell you twice. You decided to park your car hidden behind the complex in case your situation had been compromised. Walking to the front door you scanned the keycard Wanda had stolen from Thor since he was rarely there.

You barely had time to open the door before lips were already on yours, the taste of strawberry chapstick invading your senses. Wanda smirked into the kiss at your evident shock but pressed further before pulling away.

“I missed you.” She whispered, her hand moving to caress your face.

A smile broke out on your face as you quickly pressed another kiss on her lips not being able to resist stealing one. “I missed you too Wands.” You replied, in the same loving tone.

Her nose crinkled bashfully, her hand intertwining with yours and pulling you along further into the halls. You shook your head at her antics but a smile remained on your face. It amazed you how much love you held for the brunette. You had only been dating for roughly 9 months but by then you already knew she was the one for you.

“I was thinking” She started, pushing the door to her room open “We could watch a movie and you know just catch up.” She suggested plainly, even though you could tell she had been planning this for a while.

“By movie you mean those lame sitcoms?” You teased, earning a scoff from the girl.

Her eyes glared at you playfully before turning towards the Tv. You recognized it as one of the newer models, perks of having connections to Tony Stark. Even more, if you’re his charity case you concluded. Although having the fancy high-tech tv with possibly every streaming service to exist Wanda still preferred to collect CDs

“No…I was thinking of Beauty and the Beast.”

Your eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at your lips “With Emma Watson?”

Wanda huffed “No.”

You laughed at Wanda’s jealousy, as she smacked your shoulder with the CD case. You reached out to grab her by the waist, placing pecks all over her face, butterflies erupting in your stomach from the sound of her giggles.

Placing one last kiss on her head you pulled her closer, Wanda eagerly melted into the embrace having missed small moments like these. “You know I’m yours.” You mumbled, resting your chin on her head.

Wanda nodded, snuggling further into the crook of your neck, her arms encircling your waist.

“I know, I’m yours too.” Wanda sighed, pulling you closer.

As much as you loved the moment, time was limited. Instead, you guided Wanda towards her bed, continuing to cuddle together while watching the movie. Truth be told the movie was the last thing on your mind. Your mind focused on the feeling of having Wanda so close to you and how you wished it could be like this every day. Maybe she felt the same way, maybe not. The thought of potential rejection crushed you.

“I’ve never seen you dance,” Wanda commented randomly.

Immediately your eyes tore away from her to the screen in front of you. The scene played out the dance between Belle and The Beast.

“Well, I’ve never had the chance to.” You added, “Plus Im not the best at it.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, returning her attention back to the movie. “I’ve also never had the chance to, Hydra prohibited anything creative.”

You snorted “Yeah well Hydra is stupid.” Your arm tightened around Wanda’s waist. Wanda leaned her head up to press a small kiss on your lips.

“That they are.” She smiled, and you returned the gesture, giving her a soft kiss.

One of the things Wanda missed about you was your lips. A drug she couldn't get enough of no matter how much you had kissed her. As you deepened the kiss, Wanda hummed pushing back with the same intensity. Her hands snaked towards your collar, while yours remained set on her waist.

Your tongue brushed against Wanda’s bottom lip, causing a small whimper from her. She quickly granted you access, eagerly for your touch. You adjusted your position, ending up on top of her, not once breaking the kiss.

Everything felt hot, and the noises coming from her mouth weren’t helping.

“We should stop.” You broke away breathlessly.

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows, little pants escaping her swollen lips. “What? Why?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop.” You husked.

“I don’t want you too detka.” She confessed, tugging at your collar, bringing you in for another kiss.

You pulled back far too quickly for Wanda’s liking “A-Are you sure?”

“Just kiss me Y/n”

With her confirmation you continued, the movie long forgotten. Wanda gasped as you drifted your kisses down her jaw. Her head tilted up on instinct giving you more access.

“Fuck.” Wanda whimpered.

Wanda sighs as you press soft kisses on her neck before biting down. Desperate for friction Wanda moves her hips against your leg, making you shiver.

“Hurry.” Wanda tugs at your shirt. You break away from her neck, taking it off the next second. Wanda scrambles herself to take hers off, struggling a little due to her desperation.

You giggle to yourself at the sight.

“Shut up and help me.”

“Okay okay.” You tease helping her undress.

Wanda huffs throwing the shirt off and bringing your lips back together. The skin on skin contact made your mind spin. Your girlfriend thought the same tugging you closer.

“Bra.” Wanda mumbled between kisses.

“What?”

Wanda grabbed your hand from her waist, leading it to the back.

Oh.

Slowly you unclipped the item, allowing it to fall. Wanda shuddered from under you. You smirked into the kiss, letting your hands move up to her breast, making her moan when you squeezed them.

Lost in the moment you both failed to notice a certain Jet landing nearby, nor the pair of feet walking towards the room that came with it.

“God.” Wanda grunted, throwing her head back. Her hand moved towards your hair, pulling you to where she needed you. You sucked softly, causing the witch to squirm.

“Wanda we’re back from the mission, turns out it wasn’t that big-“ Clint froze his stance, his hand still on the doorknob.

Wanda gasped, quickly pulling up the covers. You toppled next to her, a blush quickly taking over your face. Wanda’s eyes widened, pulling the sheet tightly.

“Clint what the fuck?!”

“What am I-? What the fuck are you doing?! Why is she here?! What the fuck?!” Clint scolded, walking towards you. “You!”

Your eyes widened in fear, shuffling away from Wanda, effectively pushing yourself off the bed.

“Clint stop!” Wanda used her magic to push him away.

You scrambled up from the floor, quickly reaching for your discarded shirt. Putting the shirt on you quickly dodged Clint’s grasp, leaning over Wanda’s bed to place a quick kiss.

“I love you!” You yelled, rushing out the door. Thankfully your phone was still in your pocket.

“Clint what’s going on?” Natasha asked from down the stairs. Her eyes squinted at your retreating figure quickly coming down them. Her lips curled to a smirk.

You locked eyes with the black widow, slowly making your way down. “Sorry, Miss black widow sir.” You mumbled, scotching awkwardly past her.

“No no, by all means come back anytime. Especially if it gets the old guy on edge.” Natasha smirked, crossing her arms.

“Thanks.” You said, your eyes quickly turning to the stairs where Clint was fastly approaching. “Shit okay thanks Miss bye!”

With that you made your way back into your car, unsure if you banged into a tree on the way out or if it was one of Clint’s arrows. Once the coast was clear you pulled over to a stop, your phone ringing in your pockets.

I’m so grounded - Witchy

You smiled to yourself at the message, quickly sending one back, before starting your car again.

Well that certainly was one way to tell them

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 months

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On a more serious note, now that I’m halfway into Farscape season 1, I can’t help but think about Peter Quill/Star-Lord from “Guardians of the Galaxy” being a lesser John Crichton. Because, as I’ve written before, James Gunn was so obviously inspired by Farscape:

1) John and Peter are the good ole American protagonists who were taken to deep space against their will. They connect with people through pop culture references and their good heart.

2) Aeryn Sun and Gamora are the stone cold warriors who used to fight for the bad guys but are now on the side of good. They also have a romance with John/Peter.

3) Ka D’Argo and Drax are the proud warriors who are seeking to redeem themselves. They also are so stiff that references and simple sayings go over their heads.

4) Rygel is sorta kinda like Rocket Raccoon in that they’re the scheming loudmouths who look out for themselves.

5) Pilot and Groot fulfill the role of the lovable support character who helps everyone in the crew.

6) Zotoh Zhaan doesn’t have a perfect GOTG counterpart, but I really do feel that James Gunn split her traits between Nebula (who got the rage and tragic backstory) and Mantis (who got the mind powers).

Anyways, back to the main point. While Peter Quill does come off as a John clone, I think the way John’s arc was handled was superior to the way Peter was written. I think the main reason is that I can see why John would be his crew’s leader (or, at least, the crewmate keeping everything together) while Peter feels like he’s the leader because the plot says he should be.

John starts off as the goofball who can’t do anything right. No one trusts him and they think of him as the idiot who they just keep around. But as season 1 goes on, you can tell that he’s the glue who’s keeping the crew together. He’s the crewmate who got everyone to open up, especially Aeryn (who was trained to be cold and emotionless) and D’Argo (who distrusts everyone because of his traumatic past). He’s like that one friend who you feel like you can talk to about anything, especially since everyone else in the crew is dealing with their own problems.

So when we get to the episode where John is ready to leave, it makes sense that everyone feels hesitant to see him go. Aeryn is starting to fall for him, he was one of the few people who D’Argo would consider a friend, he helped Zhaan through some of her toughest times, and he generally got along with Rygel.

As for Peter Quill, I’m not saying he was badly written. It’s just him being treated as the team’s leader is not as believable. It’s like, imagine if John Crichton was written to be as emotionally closed off and standoffish as everyone else in the crew. While this does make Peter stand out as his own character separate from John, it also makes you wonder why Quill was written as the team’s leader. I’m sure that’s why it was a recurring gag that Quill was always struggling to be seen as the leader, whether it was from Rocket or Thor. The writers knew that wasn’t 100% believable, so they wrote it into the story.

I don’t get that with John. He might be the resident goofball, but he’s also why the crew hasn’t fallen apart.

TL;DR Peter Quill/Star-Lord was obviously modeled after John Crichton. But the MCU character who feels more in line with John as a character is Clint Barton/Hawkeye.

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