🎵Mixtape of a Lifetime🎵

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*Peter Quill wasn’t nervous. Nope. Not at all.*

*Did he look nervous? No way. Not even a little. Sweaty palms? Just natural space humidity. Slightly shaky hands? Purely from the adrenaline of being a total legend. That weird, too-wide smirk that had Rocket eyeing him like he was having an aneurysm? Just... extra confidence. Because this? This was fine. Totally fine.*

*He’d stared down Celestials, battled Kree warlords, out-danced a murderous AI, and survived multiple near-death space escapades with nothing but a mixtape, a jetpack, and his irresistible charm. Proposing? Easy. A walk in the park. A breeze. A chill, no-pressure, nothing-to-worry-about moment that absolutely did not make his heart hammer like he’d just stolen from the Nova Corps (again).*

*Which was why he was playing it cool. **Way too cool**.*

*So cool, in fact, that even Drax had raised an eyebrow at him (which was saying something, because Drax never noticed anything unless it involved killing it). Rocket had outright called him an idiot.* “You keep smirking like that, Quill, and your face is gonna freeze. You having a stroke or something?”

*Peter had laughed it off, clapped Rocket on the back, and responded in the most convincing, definitely-not-weird way possible:* “Psh. Me? A stroke? Come on, man. This is my normal face.” *It was not his normal face. It was the face of a man internally screaming.*

*The only one who didn’t seem suspicious was Groot, but that was mostly because Groot was too busy doing his weird plant meditation to care.*

*But the others? Oh, they knew.*

*A proposal this legendary required teamwork. They were all in on it. And under strict Star-Lord orders—no weird glances across the cockpit (**Mantis**), no ruining the moment with a grim one-liner (**Nebula**), and absolutely no snarky side comments before it actually happened (**Rocket, this meant you**).*

*So far, so good.*

*And then—oh wow, what’s this?—the Milano’s navigation system just so happened to suggest a pit stop on Xandar’s Moon of Vallmora.*

*A breathtaking, starlit moon with glowing violet grass, long sweeping cliffs, and a cozy little stretch of abandoned ruins that totally by chance had amazing acoustics.*

***What a coincidence.***

*So, obviously, they had to land.*

“Just refueling,” *he’d said, real casual.* “Real quick. No big deal.”

*Rocket had snickered but—miraculously—kept his mouth shut. Drax, ever trusting, just grunted something about meditating on the gloriousness of battle (which—cool, whatever kept him occupied). Nebula had given him a long, knowing look but didn’t say anything either.*

*So far, so good. Then the Milano touched down, and Peter Quill took a deep breath.*

*Time to go full Star-Lord.*

*Once the Milano touched down on the moon’s soft terrain, Peter wasted no time. Stars stretched overhead, scattered across the sky like someone had really overdone it with the glitter. The distant nebula pulsed in soft pinks and blues, slow and steady, like the whole universe had decided to set the mood for him. Even he had to admit—this place? This was peak romantic, epic mixtape cover material.*

*And it was all about to get even better. With a casual click, he turned on the stereo. The first soft notes of "Can’t Take My Eyes Off You" floated into the warm air. A classic. A bold choice. Some might even say risky. But Peter Quill? He committed to the bit.*

*At first, he kept it subtle. A little head bob. A small shoulder groove. Nothing too crazy. Just a guy, hanging out on an alien moon, definitely not about to propose or anything.*

*Then the beat kicked in.*

*Finger guns. A spin. A deeply exaggerated hip shake. Oh yeah—he was in it now. What started as a one-man jam session immediately turned into a full-blown production.*

*Right on cue, the crew got into position.*

*Rocket perched up on a ledge, messing with something (don’t think about that right now, focus on the moment). Groot stretched out glowing vines, hanging them like twinkling golden lights across the ruins (what a guy). Mantis practically vibrated with excitement, clapping along, already swaying side to side.*

*Nebula? Arms crossed. Scowling. But still there. Which, by Nebula standards, was basically a standing ovation.*

*The music hit–*

**“I LOVE YOU, BABY!”**

**BOOM.**

*–And so did Rocket's fireworks. Mini fireworks erupted, lighting up the sky. (Probably dangerous. Looked cool, though... Worth it.)*

*Drax, fists on his hips, executed what could almost be called a dance move. Almost.*

*Mantis twirled dramatically.*

*Groot’s golden vines unfurled, casting a soft, glowing shimmer over the ruins.*

*Peter? He went all in. Twirls, spins, air guitar—hell, he even threw in a little moonwalk.*

***Because this was the moment.***

*As the song drifted into that dreamy, floating section, everything shifted. The fireworks faded into the distance. The energy softened. The whole galaxy seemed to hold its breath.*

*Peter took a step forward, hand brushing against his jacket pocket. Heart pounding. Not from nerves—nope, definitely not nerves. Just, you know... regular heart stuff.*

*And as he dropped to one knee under the cosmic glow, looking up at the person who made this chaotic, ridiculous life worth every second, all he could think was— I never wanna take my eyes off you.*

*Somewhere in the background, Rocket was definitely making a smart-ass comment.*

*Somewhere, Drax was definitely confused about what was happening.*

*Somewhere, Mantis was definitely trying way too hard not to cry.*

*But right now? Right now, none of that mattered.*

*Peter took a breath, steadying himself on one knee, feeling the weight of the moment settle in a way even he hadn’t fully anticipated. His heart was hammering—not out of nerves, because pfft, Star-Lord didn’t get nervous. No way. Definitely not.*

*...Okay, maybe just a little.*

*He looked up at them, at the way the soft golden glow from Groot’s vines framed their face, at the way the nebula’s shifting colors reflected in their eyes, and—holy crap—this really was happening.*

*Well. No backing out now.*

*He cleared his throat, lifting a hand in a sweeping, dramatic gesture.* “Okay, so—before you say anything, let’s just take a second to appreciate how freaking legendary this moment is.”

*He motioned around them—at the ruins, at the fireworks still faintly sparking in the distance, at the glowing violet grass that just so happened to make for the most romantic ambiance in the galaxy.* “I mean, we got mood lighting, we got an epic mixtape soundtrack, we got me—obviously—looking ridiculously handsome while pouring my heart out.” *He grinned, rocking slightly on his knee.* “This? This is peak proposal material.”

*He exhaled through his nose after a beat, rolling his lips together.* “And, uh—listen. I know I’m not exactly the knight in shining armor type. More like the space outlaw with a loose moral compass but a killer taste in music type.” *He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he let out a breathy laugh.*

“But somehow, you’ve stuck around through all of it. The dumb plans, the near-death experiences, the—uh—occasional minor intergalactic crimes.” *His grin softened, shifting into something more real, more him.*

“And I gotta tell ya—I’ve seen a lot of stars, a lot of planets, a lot of weird alien stuff I really wish I could unsee, but nothing in this entire galaxy compares to you.” *His voice dipped lower, more steady, like the words carried weight even he hadn’t realized until he was saying them out loud.*

“So, uh—just to be clear—I mean that in a totally non-cheesy, totally cool guy way.” *He wiggled his brows.* “Definitely not in a rom-com protagonist about to ugly cry way.”

*A pause. A smirk. A sheepish shrug.* “Okay, maybe a little in that way.” *The moment stretched, and for once in his life, Peter didn’t try to fill the silence. Instead, he let it settle, let the sheer weight of this entire, ridiculous, beautiful thing sink in.*

*Then, finally, he pulled the ring from his pocket.*

“So... whaddya say?” *He turned it slightly in his fingers, letting it catch the golden glow of the vines above.* “You, me, the rest of our deeply dysfunctional space family, and a lifetime of questionable decisions and kickass mixtapes?”

*A slow, lopsided grin tugged at his lips as he added,* “Because I really, really wanna lock this down before Rocket makes another joke about me chickening out.”

*His hazel eyes stayed locked on theirs, no more jokes left to cover up the way his heart felt like it might just burst out of his chest. Then, with all the hope and excitement in the entire damn galaxy—*

“Will you marry me?”

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Playlist: For the Star That Lights My Universe

Spotify

1. "Can’t Take My Eyes Off You" – Boys Town Gang
2. "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" – Queen
3. "Levitating" – Dua Lipa, DaBaby
4. "Dancing in the Moonlight" – Toploader
5. "Somebody To You" – The Vamps, Demi Lovato
6. "Electric Love" – BØRNS
7. "I Was Made for Lovin’ You" – KISS
8. "Blinding Lights" – The Weeknd
9. "Baby I'm Yours" – Arctic Monkeys
10. "Silly Love Songs" – Wings
11. "Fooled Around And Fell In Love" – Elvin Bishop
12. "Come to Me" – The Goo Goo Dolls
13. "Don’t Go Breaking My Heart" – Elton John, Kiki Dee
14. "Let’s Stay Together" – Al Green
15. "You Are the Best Thing" – Ray LaMontagne
16. "Just the Way You Are" – Bruno Mars
17. "I’m Yours" – Jason Mraz
18. "Adore You" – Harry Styles

19. "First Day of My Life" – Bright Eyes
20. "The Only Exception" – Paramore
21. "A Sky Full of Stars" – Coldplay
22. "How Deep Is Your Love" – Bee Gees
23. "Higher Love" – Kygo, Whitney Houston
24. "Make You Mine" – PUBLIC
25. "Thinking Out Loud" – Ed Sheeran

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