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“Marry me?” [Smoll bae Yondu without memories cause IT'S CUTE]
“…to… what? Your plushie?”
“Uhn..” Yondu shook his head negatively, twisting his lips when he felt the kiss and hiding again “I would… I can easy starve… An’ I like Peter’s food.”
“Well... I’ll make sure I don’t do the dyin’ thing any time soon. Can’t have you sad, can I?”
“Marry me?” [Smoll bae Yondu without memories cause IT'S CUTE]
“…to… what? Your plushie?”
“Uhn..” Yondu shook his head negatively, twisting his lips when he felt the kiss and hiding again “I would… I can easy starve… An’ I like Peter’s food.”
“...well... don’t go round killin’ me none and I’ll keep cooking for ya, deal?”
To: My Lover-Man,
Don’t apologize. Like I’ve mentioned, I had no reason to be so irritated by it, Peter. You had no promise to me nor I to you.It was a little…immature for me to be so…ugh. Jealous.
And I would no more offer to do that with her than I would with a flerken.
Hold my coat so I don’t go too fast. I want to make it hurt.
Well, I’m starting to contemplate the positive effects of a leash. You’re correct. Zero impulse control. Though that can also be said for SEVERAL of the Guardians. Take the hint.
I told you that I don’t want to murder you, Peter. I love you and murdering you would probably hurt me more than you. Actually, not true. My reputation isn’t for being merciful when I’m murdering. So, it would hurt you more than me.
That’s a stupid expression. Why do people use it?
Good–so I’m stealing your pillow and you can have mine. You roll around and put your scent on mine and we’ll be good. I mean, we sleep in the same bed, anyway but it’s the principle of the matter.
Believe me. I know. Have you ever had watch with him? He decided to share with me the wonderful story of the conception of his daughter and his wife’s pregnancy in gory, disgusting…Drax-y detail.
Love,
You’re so getting licked now.
To: My Everything,
Well let’s just agree to kill her painfully and slowly, and then we’ll be even. Also it will be super hot to watch. I mean... I like watching you kick ass properly...
DON’T YOU GO PUT ME ON NO LEASH. I AIN’T AN ANIMAL. I got plenty of control. LIKE. SO MUCH.
Wouldn’t you feel the least bit sad about my not continuing to exist if you killed me? Like, a little?
There’s plenty of weirdass expressions.
Yeah, but - you know - it’s still nice to have ‘your’ side and ‘your’ stuff, and stuff you... want. I think it’s cute.
Please don’t tell me about that, I heard it too much already. It’s enough to make a guy celibate, almost.
Are babies really like that?
Really?
Love,
My cunning plan worked
10 years later, didn't even grow an inch ".... What ? What'cho lookin' at??!! Wanna fight me ?"
“...you... you were... taller. I swear...”
I came home to a very sick pet. I dealt with it. It was the best way for her. It was unpleasant. I am upset. I don’t want comments, or likes, or anything. Please just… know I need some time. Back later.
“I know, pal,” Steve replied sadly. “But you gotta understand it’s dangerous out there, and I gotta keep my best guy safe, right?” He grimaced and used his discarded tee shirt to wipe the toddler snot off Peter’s face. That done, he tickled the child’s ribs lightly, aiming to get a smile from him.
Peter resented the tickles, but not for very long, and he then nodded. “’Kay. But... ‘ventually? One small step for man?”
"Wat'chu doin' n mah room? Get ouuut"
“Well if you came down for dinner like I told ya?”
“…” Yondu stopped crying, taking a deep breath and running his hand over his eyes, the good side of having red eyes was that it was impossible to notice that he was crying “What now?…”
“...I... I wanted... I wanted to ask you to keep me company. I got lonely.” It was the easiest way to sell it.
Yondu left his body limp, waiting to be pulled and dragged “…Puuulll meeee..”
“...you got working legs, don’t’cha? If I pull ya, you’ll scrape your head an’ ass...”
“..” Yondu just shook his head, he didn’t want to say anything, he didn’t know what he could say or should say, but then the captain moved, Yondu was confused, he didn’t understand what Peter wanted, so he was holding his hands out like him.
Peter put his hands under his arms, hefting him to his chest. Scrawny little thing. He was gonna need feeding up some.
“You know much ‘bout ships?”
“Y-yeah, well, uh, it... it’s just... words, you ain’t seen... nothing yet.” And of course the song started in his head, and wouldn’t stop. Peter felt the familiar trills in his mind, and tapped his toes restlessly on the bed.
“Then consider it happenin’. I’m gonna dive ‘tween your legs an’ lick you til you’re shakin’... oh...”
He grabbed her hips, pushing her greedily down, lasting only moments before he moved, throwing her down, grabbing her legs behind her knees, his eyes dark. “Just how flexible are you?”
Her hands moved beneath his arms, gently scratching along his back and sides. “I won’t be R U N N I N G from you, Peter.” Gamora hummed, letting her nose graze along his jaw.
Truthfully, she had no idea what her life-span was. She remembered seeing elderly Zen-Whoberis and she remembered her grandmother’s F U N E R A L was like. But who knew with the body modifications Thanos put her through. Aside from that, she had been convinced she was on B O R R O W E D time from the day he snatched her from the planet.
Her lips pursed, moving to kiss away his F R O W N.
“I wouldn’t mind having a more P E R M A N E N T place to live. A little house to come back to when we N E E D to. Or W A N T to. But my H O M E is you.” She murmured, snuggling her cheek against his chest.
“You can have two if you want. Hell. More. We can be rich from savin’ the galaxy... have all that fancy shit other folks used to have...” Yeah. He remembered not having stuff.
And then going to space.
And it being worse.
He pushed fingers up her neck, tangling in her hair. “Nice big house what we don’t need to clean none. A pool...”
To: Yet, you love me just the same,
I…suppose I can understand where you are coming from. Even if I don’t much care for it. But I hate her specifically, so that makes it worst. And…I guess it is unfair for me to be so irritated by it. Maybe I can try to be more understanding next time.
Besides, I’ve had my share of acknowledging attractive men and women before. I can’t really be angry at something so natural.
But if I see her again–I will kill her. Because I hate her.
Well next time someone should watch Rocket when we’re finishing up a job because he has some severe issues with stealing. And we already have Kree purists after us and now them–I can’t take another race of people after us Peter.
Frankly, it is exhausting.
You struck me with a pillow, how else was I supposed to react? But…thank you.
But now the pillow smells like me so we need to trade again.
Just move your weird things to another place. But a decent hiding place where they won’t find it. Or put other things that’ll annoy and/or gross them out.
Love,
It better be a joke. Or I will lick your face.
To: Guess that’s how you know it real love huh?
I’ll try harder in future. Well. A lot harder, now we’re actually a thing. I’m sorry it hurt you. I really didn’t intend that. You know sometimes I do... before I think. I’m working on that, too.
I think if you’d have kinda offered that with her though, after my initial ‘that would be hot to watch’, I woulda been mad, too. So. I get it.
I’ll hold your coat while you do. Slowly, with a sword?
I did suggest we put him on a leash but you gave me a dead arm when I did. He got no impulse control at all.
...not... with murder?????
Oh. I think I smell the smell of PILLOWGEDDON TWO, THE RECKONING.
Drax thinks anything is amusing. I could tell him I shoved it up my ass and he’d ask me all sorts of weird and uncomfortable questions and tell me about his own colon and that ain’t a conversation you want twice believe me.
Love,
Mmmmmm licks...
The two of them were in a bar, even if Yondu's head was reaching Peter's waist he wouldnt let it leave him without drinks and when it came to entering the bar they just said the Yondu species was small. Now Peter was talking to several people and Yondu was beginning to suspect that the drinks Peter brought to him were not with alcohol, no, Peter would not betray him that way, he stretched the glass toward Peter "More .."
“You gon’ piss like a donkey, yanno?” Peter sighed, pulling the glass away and getting him another round in. “Ain’t you had enough?”
“Peter.” Yondu took a deep breath, looking back at Peter. “Yer not goin’ t’change mah mind, okay? I don’t want t’go on like this, I want ye t’take care of yerself, yer life, have a real family. "Yondu was saying and walking again, going towards a ship, he would try to get a ‘place’ in the crew, It had been almost two months since he the last time had a 'problem in his head’ as he called it, but he stopped walking, where’s his Peter?
Peter stalked after him, grumbling. “If’n it’s my own life, I get for to choose to keep you in it, you tiny blue idiot!”
“Marry me?” [Smoll bae Yondu without memories cause IT'S CUTE]
“…to… what? Your plushie?”
Hidding under Peter’s shirt “Uhn…I was scared too… If ye die how Yondu eat ?”
“...well... wouldn’t you jus’ eat me first?” he joked, and bent to kiss at his head. “There’s tins in the cupboard. You wouldn’t starve.”
honeymoon is an interesting term because an actual moon made of honey would imply space bees which is pretty horrifying
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