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Temporary Home : Chapter 26

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: When your order for spider repellent finally comes you have to go into town to get it, but what happens when your solo trip turns into you bringing not one, but three, of the Guardians with you into town?

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Author’s Note: For my records this chapter ends on day 76 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 6,992

There was only just enough time for you to register the color blue in the dim light before your would-be punching victim grabbed your wrist to block the blow and in one fluid motion had you spun facing away from them with your arm pinned behind your back. Soon followed the same gruff voice, which you now realized to be Yondu's, saying, "Alright, easy now-"

The two of you stood there for a moment with him pinning your arm firmly behind your back, your breath coming in quick bursts as your heart threatened to launch itself from your chest.

He spoke again. "For yer benefit I'm gonna assume that ya didn't mean that," he was clearly referring to you nearly sucker punching him, "-which is the only reason you're still standing. Now, if I let you go are ya gonna behave?"

Wordlessly, you nod.

"Alright then. I'm gonna let you go and you can explain yourself."

He released your arm and you slowly turn to face him, your gaze not quite meeting his. "Sorry." you say quietly. Then, slightly more loudly, "Did you need something?"

"Well, I was a little curious as to why ya just ran out the house like that, but now I kinda wanna know why ya just tried to knock my block off."

Your face began to grow hot. You had been in such a hurry you hadn't noticed anyone else on your way out. Then again, you hadn't been looking too hard either. Furthermore, what could you say? That you were running away from some spiders? You didn't think you could bring yourself to admit it.

"I- um," your gaze fell to the ground, "Did anyone else see?" you asked, declining to answer why you just swung at him. Again, what would even say?

Yondu let a short laugh out his nose. "Nah, pretty sure I was the only one. Surprised you didn't see me, I was right there in the hall." After a beat he spoke again, "Now come on. Out with it."

Unsure if he still meant why you ran out, or why you about hit him, you reply, "Nothing. What do you care for?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you continue to look anywhere but towards him.

"Just curious. People usually don't run out of a place like that unless something's wrong. Thought I'd investigate to make sure you weren't chasing after something or need backup. Then I find ya hiding behind the shed and ya just tried to knock my block off and so now I figure something must be goin' on with ya."

"I don't want to talk about it," you say sullenly, your face growing hotter.

"Why? It can't be any worse than any of what you've already told me."

Finally meeting his gaze you offer nothing more than a glare.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Alright. Don't tell me then. I also won't tell you about that spider crawling in your hair either."

It had just been a joke- just some good-natured ribbing- but it didn't take long to he realized he fucked up.

No sooner than those words left his lips you reacted very badly, jumping out of your skin and immediately batting at your hair to get the alleged spider off of you. Then you half-collapse onto the wall of the shed and begin quietly sobbing.

He simply stared at you a moment, too stunned to speak. Something was very wrong. It was finally clear you weren't just being moody- but fuck- what should he do?

"Um, hey now..." he said awkwardly, eyes wide.

You didn't respond. Just continued to sob, unable to stop, your cries muffled behind your hands.

"Come on now- I didn't mean anythin' by it," Yondu tried again.

Still, you didn't acknowledge him.

He debated if he should try and nudge you or something, or if that might result in you swinging at him again. Damn. He hated seeing people cry. He needed it to stop. But what should he do? Walk away? Shake some sense into you?

Eventually he rolled his eyes and sighed before saying, "Aw hell, come here-" as he grabbed you and pulled you into a tight bear hug.

Apparently it worked. The shock of it all- combined with the fact he practically knocked the wind out of you- startled you into silence mid-sob.

"What... are you doing?" you asked after several moments, confusion evident in your voice.

"Had to make ya stop somehow, and slapping ya just seemed kinda mean seein' as ya were already crying." There was an edge of humor to his voice that almost made you crack a smile yourself. He spoke up again after a moment. "So, ya done now?"

You sniff and nodded your head the best you could despite being squished up against his chest.

"Alright. I'm gonna let ya go... again... and then I want ya to tell me what this is all about."

He could feel you slump in defeat, but let you go anyway.

Once free, you took a step back and looked at the ground, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Well?"

"It's- I don't... I mean- ugh." You covered your face with your hands. You just didn't know how to say it, so eventually you settled for. "It was just a rough day."

"Just 'a rough day,' huh?"

You nod, still not looking at him.

Yondu frowned, but said, "Well, it ain't gonna get any better standing out here in the cold. Ya ain't even got any shoes on. Come on." He gestured you back in the house.

You finally look up at him, but instead of following, you stiffened.

Yondu furrowed his brow. "What?"

You again looked down in shame. "I-... I can't." you said quietly.

He raised an eyebrow and looked towards the house in confusion before turning back to you. "What do ya mean ya 'can't??'"

With a groan you look toward the sky. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to say a word to anyone else." Returning your gaze back to Yondu you finish with a, "Understand?"

Yondu chuckles shortly. "Sure, whatever ya say." Finally- maybe you'd finally tell him what this all was about.

It takes you a few moments, but you finally manage to get out a quiet, "There are spiders in my bed."

He raised an eyebrow, his face a mixture of confusion and amusement. "That's it? Ya found a spider in yer bed, and it sent ya runnin' for the hills?"

You frown at him, then mutter that there were, in fact, two spiders in your bed.

"Ah, two spiders. I see."

From the sound of his voice it was clear he was holding back a laugh, and you frown at him.

Yondu crossed his arms. "Well you'd oughtta know that I'd find that at least a little funny, considering..."

A sigh left your nose. Of course you knew he was referring to the fake spider you had hid in Peter's bed awhile back, and that Yondu had confiscated in an attempt to stop you and Peter from pranking each other. The irony wasn't lost on you either. Didn't make you any happier about your situation, though. "Not helping."

"Are ya asking?"

"What?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Are ya asking?" He says again, almost grinning. "Are ya asking me to help ya with yer little problem."

You stammered a bit, unsure what to say. Of course you weren't! Were you? Should you? Absolutely not- you weren't a child... and yet...

With a short laugh Yondu claps a hand on your shoulder and pushes you toward the house. "Understood. Ya need someone to come squish some creepy crawlies for ya."

You pull away. "No- No I never said that."

"Didn't need to." Yondu said with a grin. "It's all over yer face. Don't worry, I won't tell nobody... long as ya make it worth it."

You narrow your eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, nuttin much... Let's just say you'll owe me a favor and we'll call it even."

"What... kind of favor?" you ask, hesitantly.

"Well that's for me to know when the time comes. Do ya want my help or not?"

By now most of your adrenaline was wearing off and you were starting to feel the cold. He was right, you couldn't just stay out here all night- especially without any shoes or jacket. However, at the same time you knew you couldn't go back inside to your bed if those spiders were still in it. Damn it. You knew you were going to have to take his offer.

"Fine. Just... don't make it obvious. Please." Eyes squinting, you search him for any signs that he intended to trick or embarrass you, but you couldn't quite read him.

He didn't answer you either, just motioned you towards the house with that half-grin.

Letting out a silent breath, you finally start to make your way back toward the house, hoping to get it over with a soon as possible.

Once inside it was quiet. It appeared that no one noticed at all that you had even left the house let alone what transpired outside. You didn't peek inside the sitting room door as you approached the staircase, but it seemed the TV had been shut off and you heard someone utter the words "draw four," which told you the others were possibly wrapped in game of cards, which at least let you know they were otherwise occupied.

Yondu and you quietly made your way upstairs to your room, and once there, you hesitated at the door. Yondu simply grinned and shook his head, but entered first anyway, you slowly following behind him after a quick glance around to make sure you were alone upstairs.

Once you were both in the room Yondu glanced over your slightly disheveled bed before nodding, seeing that two spiders were indeed still in your bed. Quietly, but not in a whisper, he says, "These here, I take it?"

You nod.

Shaking his head with an amused grin he got down to business. A sharp whistle pierced the air, summoning his arrow and spearing both of the giant feckers in one go before catching the weapon in his fist. He stood there, admiring his kill stuck upon his arrow.

"They bite?" he asked, curious as to why you harbored such animosity towards these little critters in particular.

You shake your head. "Not really," you answer. They could, but you knew they rarely did. Even if they did they weren't poisonous, for that matter.

"Then why is it ya hate them so bad for?"

You frown at him. You knew it was irrational, but that didn't matter. What mattered now is that they were gone.

Yondu didn't mind your lack of answer, and didn't have time to press the matter further as the sound of footsteps could be heard making their way quickly to the stairs from below before Peter could then be heard somewhat apprehensively calling up from the bottom.

"Um Yondu..." he called, letting a pause linger after as if he were unsure. "We heard a whistle- Like a really familiar whistle... I really hope no one's being threatened with an arrow up there... We noticed that it's just you and the Agent that aren't accounted for..."

"Quit yer worryin,' boy! I was just getting some target practice!" Yondu hollered back down.

"That doesn't exactly inspire confidence about what I just asked!" Peter called back up, sounding a little more worried now.

"Everything's fine," you think to answer back, forcing a laugh into your voice. "Looks like he just took out some spiders."

"Ok..." Peter responds. "If that changes let us know..."

"Come on now!" Yondu scolded, seemingly jokingly. "I'm insulted. Thinkin' I'd just go whippin' out my arrow and be terrorizin' a lady for no reason!"

"Don't give me that!" Peter called up. "I've seen what you do when you're bored!"

Yondu actually looked genuinely offended by that, and with another whistle his arrow took off again and it was seconds before Peter could be heard screaming like a little girl, quickly followed by him scolding Yondu that he 'could have at least cleaned the spider guts off it first!'

Admittedly you had to fight a grin, and Yondu was pleased to see it as he called back his arrow, Peter seemingly having retreated back to the sitting room to rejoin the others after yelling back a final, "Dickhead!" He either ignored, or had been given too much a fright to notice, that the arrow had come out of your bedroom.

The spiders were now gone off the tip of his arrow, but you chose to ignore it as he went to holster it. You could deal with the corpses later- you didn't mind so much if they were dead and you had a dustpan.

Yondu happened to glance over at the bed once his arrow was in its place and noticed he had sliced a clean cut in your bedsheets when he speared the spiders. He gestured to it and said with a half-apologetic chuckle, "Looks like we got a casualty."

You shook your head and told him not to worry about it, but stopped him just as he was turning to leave.

"Um, thank you," you mutter awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head.

He simply grinned back at you cockily and replied, "Just a simple transaction is all. Pleasure to be doing business." With that, he turned and left.

His footsteps sounded down the stairs and you turned to look at your bed before carefully reaching to gingerly pull back your blanket, momentarily wondering if you should have asked him to stay longer just in case you found more, but ultimately knowing you would have felt like even more of a child if you had.

Luckily you found no more, but you did completely strip your bed of it's sheets and remade it with fresh ones, throwing the ones the spiders had spoiled with their presence in your hamper to be washed in the morning. Again, you knew it was irrational, but there was no way you'd be able to bring yourself to sleep in that bed with sheets you knew recently had spiders crawling in them.

This also meant you now needed to go upstairs to the attic to fetch a spare blanket, seeing as yours was also now in the hamper to be washed.

Climbing the attic stairs you couldn't help but also wonder what exactly Yondu would call in for his favor, and if you might come to regret this "transaction," or not. To late for that now, you supposed. All you knew know was that as soon as you retrieved a blanket you were hitting the showers and going straight to bed. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.

* * *

Luckily, the next few days were relatively smooth sailing.

Nearly the first thing you did when you woke up the next morning was to think to order some spider repellent online. Fast shipping of course.

All you had to do in the meantime was wait. Fortunately the spiders seemed to be giving you a break for now. What you didn't know, however, was that the reason for this was largely due to Yondu quietly running any he saw through with his arrow under the guise of target practice and boredom if anyone else noticed. Of course he never mentioned it to you. In fact, he'd barely seen you since that night aside from when you'd come up to him when no one else was around to ask him about that favor you now owed him, only for him to flippantly tell you that he'd figure it out later.

Groot might have possibly eaten a couple spiders as well when he was able to evade Rocket's eye. But that was less for your benefit and more because he wanted a snack.

When the morning came that you got the notification that your spider spray was waiting for you at the post office you quickly readied yourself to go back into town.

Your intent was to slip out quietly, but you were surprised by Mantis speaking up from behind you as you were slipping on your jacket.

"Are you leaving?"

You jolt, not expecting to hear her, and turned only to be surprised to see her wearing a pout. Raising an eyebrow, you answer, "Um, yeah. Just gotta run to the post real quick. Did you need something?"

"I want to see the Terran town! Can I go? Pleeease?"

"Oh-" You blinked, puzzled. She had never expressed interest in going before, at least not that you had noticed? Come to think of it, would that really even be the best idea? People would definitely start staring at her completely black eyes and those antennae...

Wincing slightly, you notice Peter and Gamora walking into the hall, and speak up so they might hear. "You're wanting to go into town, Mantis?" You weren't sure what they'd do, but you hoped they might see the impending bad idea and talk her out of it instead.

"Yes!" She gestured over to Peter, who had now stopped to exchange glances with Gamora upon hearing you. "Peter and Kraglin have gotten to go into town so many times! I want to see too!" She now dropped her pout in favor of excitement, and you were now worried she had mistook your question for an offer.

"Did I hear my name?" Kraglin asked, entering the hall from the kitchen.

Mantis nodded. "Yes! You and Peter got to go with the Agent into town many times. I'm going this time!"

Gamora meets your gaze and she seems to be on the same page as you. "Um, Mantis... I'm not sure-"

Kraglin interrupts, clueless. "Ya better hope the Agent has a hat to cover your feelers there, Mant."

Mantis looks confused, but then Peter chimes in before her feelings even have a chance to be hurt. "Yeah, gotta remember we're undercover."

Now Mantis grins wide and turns back to you excitedly. "Do you have a hat!?"

You just stood there a minute. Blinking. Part of you was annoyed they had seemingly made the decision without you. The other part was surprised that you hadn't thought of covering her with a hat in the first place- after all, you had made Peter wear sunglasses the first time he went into town with you, which wouldn't be too bad an idea in this case too now that you thought of it... Wait- what were you saying? You couldn't take her into town! You've seen how easily distracted she can be-

But damn it- that face! You knew you couldn't say no now. Begrudgingly you reply, "I think I might have something in the attic."

Mantis squealed excitedly as you glide your gaze over to Gamora and Peter. For a moment you wondered why she was looking at Peter that way before she met your gaze again somewhat apologetically and you immediately knew what she was about to say next despite you narrowing your eyes warningly.

"Perhaps Peter should go too?" She glanced back at Peter. "Give Agent a break while she runs her errands?"

You continue to glare at her as Peter shrugs and says he won't argue with a chance to get out of here for a bit. Damn it. You knew she likely just wanted some space again and found an out to get some. You attempted to curb your annoyance with the silver lining that this was further proof that she truly hadn't taken Rocket's words to heart when he pulled that stunt of trying to convince her you were gonna steal Peter.

Then, on cue, Yondu walks through from the sitting room towards the kitchen, only to clap Kraglin on the shoulder and say, "Ya should probably go with 'em too then, Krags. Quill may be watching Bug for the Agent, but who's gonna watch him?"

Yondu laughed as Peter protested the insult, and as you turned your glare to him he threw you a wink right before disappearing into the kitchen. Clearly he had heard the previous conversion happening and simply wished to stir the pot. Bastard.

Taking a deep breath, you state you're going to check the attic real quick for a hat that might work for Mantis. Maybe you'd take your time, figure out how a trip alone turned into you now bringing three people with you. You tell the others to get ready to leave while you look as you turn to head upstairs.

It didn't take you too long to find a hat. There had happened to be one hanging on an old coat rack near the top of the attic stairs. Only thing was it wasn't exactly... subtle. It was an old wide-brimmed sunhat that you think might have belonged to your mother, but you weren't sure. All you know is that you had never even bothered to wear it to play dress-up as a kid, which is probably the only reason it was still in decent condition with as old as it'd have to be.

Without bothering to look around for anything a little less... noticeable... you grabbed the hat, beat off the dust, and headed back downstairs. The faster you'd get all this over with the better. You were just going to pop in and grab your package after all. How much trouble could they possibly get into?

You return downstairs and find that Gamora had left, leaving Peter, Kraglin, and Mantis waiting for you in the hall. She was already wearing the sunglasses and beaming excitedly over how she'd finally get a turn to leave the house. Someone, likely Peter, had already managed to locate them and gave them to her. However, unlike Peter who had put on his jacket and Kraglin who was currently slipping his poncho over his head, Mantis didn't appear to have anything of the sort. When you questioned this, as it wasn't very warm out, she informed you that she didn't have one.

You frowned and handed over the hat, which she put on gleefully. "Wait here a minute. I'll grab you something." And back up the stairs you went, knowing that you had a cardigan or two in your dresser. You pulled out a brown one and went back downstairs to hand it to her. "Ok, now is everyone ready?"

Mantis nodded excitedly as the other two shrugged their affirmatives. They, of course, were happy to get out of the house for a change, but they were no where near as excited as Mantis.

With a sigh, you motion them out the door and off you went.

* * *

Mantis was a chatterbox the whole way into town. She gushed over the trees as you drove past, and pointed out every animal she spotted- mostly livestock- and asked what they were from the back seat.

Admittedly it was a little endearing, her innocent excitement. She didn't even ask "Are we there yet?" throughout the long ride, too enamored with the scenery to care.

Mantis gasped when you finally approached the town, right before she joyously squealed that she was finally getting to see a Terran town. You couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm as you pulled into a parking spot at the post office.

Rightfully assuming she'd want to come inside to ogle the post office interior, you didn't even bother asking if the others wanted to come inside or stay in the car. Hell, Mantis had practically jumped out before you even parked.

...And started off down the street.

"Mantis!" you yell, causing her to immediately turn around, nearly losing her hat as she done so. "Don't run off, I don't want you getting lost."

"Oh-" Mantis said, before nodding her head with a smile and coming back to rejoin the group and following you into the building.

There was no line today, which you took as a blessing. Wouldn't have to worry about too many people gawking at your housemates as Mantis busied herself ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the postcards in her out of season sunhat and sunglasses getup while Peter and Kraglin watched over her fondly as they glanced over some old magazines, waiting on you to retrieve your package.

Within a few minutes the woman behind the counter handed you over the box with your spider repellent and you thanked her before turning back to the others and gesturing them to follow you out.

The second the four of you were out Mantis piped up asking excitedly where you'd all be going next.

Truthfully, you had only planned to grab your package and head back home, but something about the excitement on her face made you preemptively feel bad to disappoint her. Before you could decide what to do, Mantis announced she spotted some flowers in a window box and then promptly stepped into the street, right in front of an oncoming car.

Luckily Peter was quicker than you in that moment and snatched her back before anything bad could happen, though the driver of the car did yell some choice words at her as he drove by. Mantis wasn't even phased, though Peter did scold her for walking out in front of a car. Perhaps it was good he and Kraglin came after all…

With a stern look you tell Mantis and the others to get in the car before someone actually did get run over.

Sensing that you were displeased with what just happened, Mantis didn't argue, but that didn't stop her from asking again what they could see next.

You thought for a moment... what could it really hurt to stay in town for just a little longer?

"Say, what do you guys think about bringing pizza back for dinner?"

"I mean, I'm game," Peter replies for the other two, "but the cheese might be a problem..."

"Ah shit, right. I forgot about Yondu." you say, frowning, but then a light bulb goes off in your brain. "Oh wait- I can't believe I didn't think of this before! There's medicine for lactose intolerance. We can pick it up right from the shop."

Kraglin raised an eyebrow. "Lactose intolerance? I thought it was that 'dairy' stuff he couldn't have? The hell is 'lactose?'"

"Yes- I mean, lactose intolerance is just what they call it when you can't have dairy. Look-" you shake your head as if waving off the conversation, "If you guys want to try pizza we can pick him up some of that medicine so he can have it too, or we can not do that. Your choice."

Mantis and Kraglin look at Peter for his opinion as he would presumably know if this 'pizza' was worth trying, and so he shrugs and nods. "Sure," he says, the other two deciding to nod with him, Mantis smiling wide- obviously excited to try some new Terran food.

"Alright. We'll stop by the shop first and pick up the medicine. There's this one pizza shop nearby that should be good for carry out."

With no arguments from anyone, you set off for the shop.

Mantis behaved liked an excited toddler. She ran off no fewer than 4 times in what was supposed to be a short visit to just grab some over the counter lactose intolerance medication. Sure, it was still a little endearing to see someone clearly so happy and excited to see so many new things, but also a little exhausting since Peter and Kraglin didn't seemed too concerned with her running all over the place. Some help they were.

You finally check out - with a few extra items like soda and napkins alone with the medicine - and get everyone rounded back up in the car to head off towards the pizza shop.

When you get there you figured three large pizzas would be more than enough to feed everyone, and let the other's look at the menu to decide what they wanted to try and what they thought the others would eat.

In the end the order wound up being one pepperoni and peppers (mostly to have a safe choice), one vegetation with peppers, tomato, mushrooms, and onions, with pineapple and sweet corn on half (Mantis insisted she wanted to try that, and you supposed she could pick them off when she realized that wasn't a great idea), and one loaded up with meats like pepperoni, sausage, ham, bacon, and even chicken (they figured that would be more enjoyed by Rocket, and probably also easiest to be filling for Drax.)

The place wasn't very busy at the moment, but it still would take a little bit for them to make the pizzas, so you decide to take the others outside to walk about while you wait.

Just like with the post office and the grocery shop, Mantis was amazed with everything, even though you personally didn't see anything particularly special about most of it. Then again, you were used to all of it. To her this was a completely new place. Again, endearing, but increasingly exhausting trying to keep up with her.

Exhausting to the point that you took a moments pause and looked over at Peter who was just chatting to Kraglin with a blasé attitude. "How do you guys keep up with her?" you ask, a littler perturbed that they weren't help keep track of her as was supposed to be their reason for coming. Well, Peter's anyway. You supposed Kraglin was technically holding up his end since he was staying with Peter, though you knew that whole "If Peter's watching Mantis, who's gonna watch him?" was just Yondu messing around.

Peter shrugged. "We mostly don't. I mean, she's never gotten lost before. She always turns back up sooner or later."

Well that explained why they didn't seem too concerned that she kept running off.

You simply sigh in response and look back in the direction you last saw her, only to see that unlike each time she'd wandered before, this time you had completely lost sight of her.

Eyes wide, you get Peter's attention again. "She's gone."

"Don't worry so much. She'll turn back up. She always does."

You scoff at him and turn to look all around you. You couldn't see her anywhere for a good thirty seconds before finally spotting her by her hat down an alleyway across the street. "Shit. You two stay right here, I'm gonna go grab her."

Not waiting for an answer you took off, quickly avoiding cars as you crossed the street towards Mantis. You were glad it wasn't dark yet, unless you counted the storm clouds that had started moving in on an otherwise overcast day. Last thing you would need was for the sky to open up before you all got back to the pizza shop. But no time for worrying about that now, because you just fully noticed where Mantis was walking.

She was heading toward what appeared to be a white, unmarked van, and you didn't like the looks of it. It was parked at the back of the alley where the alleyway turned, and you could only see the back half, as the front half was obscured by a building.

Rarely does something good ever come from an unmarked van. Especially in an alley. You knew from experience, both from working jobs where you had to find people who used them to kidnap the vulnerable, and from working jobs were you were the one inside the van, tracking those who might do harm. Sure, you might have been the good guy, but what happened to the assholes wasn't exactly nice for them either.

"Mantis!" you call out, picking up the pace, but she doesn't seem to hear you. So, you start jogging as Mantis continued getting closer to the van. You call out her name again, but again, nothing. Damn it. Switching to a full run, you notice the back lights turn on, like someone had just turned the ignition key. If there was someone unsavory in there and they grabbed her they could take off down the rest of the alley and you'd never catch them. What if they were traffickers? What if the people after the Guardians had found them and they were stalking them in that van?

Ok, so maybe you were catastrophizing, but better safe than sorry.

You finally catch up to Mantis and grab her, startling her as you jerked her away from the van. As you start pulling her back in the direction that you came the van pulls away. Perhaps this wasn't 'one of those vans' after all, but still. You had every right to be worried.

"Didn't you hear me call you?"

"No- I'm sorry!" She winced, knowing she messed up. "I didn't mean to run off again- there was just this pretty insect and I didn't want to lose it!"

Whatever the insect had been, it was long gone now, but your anger wasn't. "You just can't keep running off like that. You could have gotten lost. And don't ever go near an unmarked van, do you hear me?" Your tone was harsh, scolding.

"Sorry," Mantis replied, nodding. She looked sad from getting yelled at, but you willed yourself to ignore it.

The two of you were quiet for a moment after, you just focused on getting her back to the others, before Mantis spoke up again. "Agent? Why were you afraid?"

"What? I wasn't afrai-" It was then you realized you were still holding her hand, and you promptly let go of it. "Thought we talked about you not doing that without asking," you scold, irritated.

Mantis apologized again. "I didn't mean to- I promise! You startled me and I just... sort of did it on instinct?"

You toss her a quick glance and see she genuinely just looks so sad to have disappointed you that you can't bring yourself to stay angry. Irritation now softened, you just repeat what you said earlier, "Never go near an unmarked van, 'kay? They're just not safe." You hoped she wouldn't ask why, as you weren't sure you cared to explain just what sort of horrible things you'd seen them be used for in the past.

She didn't. Mantis simply nods and the rest of the short walk back was silent. You considered texting Maria about the van so they could look into it just in case, but if it turned out to be nothing or wasn't even actually 'unmarked' (since you only saw the back half of one side) you didn't want the fallback, so you didn't.

When the two of you reached Peter and Kraglin you suggested that you all head back to the pizza shop to wait. They got the hint that you needed to cool down a little and so didn't speak much on the way back. Even Mantis restrained herself from her former excited antics, walking quietly beside Peter with her head down, and honestly you were starting to feel bad for yelling at her. Yes, she needed to be more careful, but she was just excited.

The pizzas were ready pretty much as soon as you walked through the door, and after paying you and walking to the car you asked Mantis if she wanted to be charged with the task of holding the pizzas on the way home. She seemed to perk up a bit at having been given a job, and you cracked at smile when she remarked how warm they were in her lap.

Mantis was less excited on the way home, and at first you thought she was still sad, but a glance backward made you smile when you realized the reason for her silence was that she had fallen asleep.

You guessed the heat from the pizza boxes combined with the rain that was now coming down around you, was just cozy enough to put her to sleep.

The rain had mostly let up by the time you got home and after Peter woke Mantis and brought the pizza's inside, you placed the pizzas in the oven to heat them back up a bit before eating, as the ride from town to home wasn't exactly short.

While you waited you presented Yondu with the lactose intolerance medicine.

"What's this?" he asked, looking at the bottle.

"It's something to keep you from shitting yourself to death after eating dinner," you reply cheekily.

Yondu narrowed his eyes at you.

"It's up to you though. You can always find something else to eat if you don't trust it."

He could smell the food, and it actually smelled pretty good. He also didn't feel like making something else for himself if there was already food made, so he shrugged his shoulders and took a dose. "This better work," he said, washing it down with some water.

"Yeah, for all our sakes," Peter quipped from behind the two of you, earning a glare from Yondu before exiting the kitchen with Kraglin and Mantis to tell the others you guys brought food back.

Now that it was just the two of you, you thought to ask, "Um, if it does work, I don't suppose this will count towards whatever favor I owe you?"

Yondu just laughed and shook his head before leaving the kitchen.

"I guess I should have expected that..." you say after him in response, slightly cringing at how obvious you were making it that you were nervous about what he might ask for in return for his 'services.' You weren't used to owing other people. It felt weird.

* * *

Dinner went pretty well.

Everyone enjoyed the pizza, even Yondu who'd made the previous complaint that 'Terrans put that 'dairy shit' in everything.' And surprisingly to you, Mantis actually didn't wind up pulling the pineapple or sweet corn off her pizza. Neither did Kraglin, who also had some of that half of the pie. More power to them, you supposed.

On the flip side, unsurprisingly Groot didn't eat much, considering his tiny size. He mostly picked the toppings off one of Rocket's slices. Or was it his own slice? You couldn't tell. All you knew was Rocket put two slices on one plate and sat Groot down with him on the countertop where Groot ate the toppings off the slice Rocket left on the plate and Rocket finished off the slice when Groot had his fill of the toppings.

Also, luckily for everyone, the lactose intolerance medicine worked for Yondu. Well, mostly.

You all weren't run out of the house like the previous incidents, but every so often throughout the evening as you were winding down in your room you could hear Kraglin loudly complaining and Yondu laughing from their bedroom across the hall, each time preceded by fart noises. You couldn't help but laugh and be grateful that the smell didn't waft over to your side of the hall, and that your door was also closed if it did.

Mantis was holding back giggles as well when Kraglin could be heard proclaiming that he was gonna go sleep in Drax and Rocket's room after the third or fourth time. Yondu was only heard laughing in response and making some quip about having the room to himself.

The two of you shared a look and you could tell she no longer thought you were mad at her for running off earlier, and you were glad. It made you feel better knowing she was no longer sad about the situation, but you still took the time then to apologize for yelling at her, and in turn she apologized for running off so many times.

All in all, the day seemed like a success to you. Nothing truly bad happened in town, no one argued at dinner, and you sprayed the house down with the spider repellent that evening so it was very unlikely you'd be finding anymore spiders in your bed anytime soon.

Speaking of spraying the repellent, it seemed Gamora had either convinced the others to tidy up around the house while you were gone, or she had done so herself as perhaps a thank you for agreeing to take Peter into town to give her some space, because you noticed the house definitely seemed cleaner than you left it as you went about spraying in the corners and windows with the repellent. You made a mental note to thank her in the morning.

You were in a pretty good mood, all things considered. Much better than the other day when you nearly punched Yondu in the face.

And with the house already seemingly cleaned, the only thing really left to do was to think about what you wanted to do tomorrow, but now that you thought about it, there wasn't really anything pressing that needed done. You could maybe try and take some time to do an inspection of that tunnel like you had been meaning to? Or you could just take a day to just do nothing? Spend the day outside, taking a walk through the woods while you can before the weather really starts getting colder?

Oh wait- Fury should be coming tomorrow for another check-in and restock. Guess that means both a day-long walk or tunnel inspection are out of the question. You should really be around and available when he shows up- whatever time that could wind up being. One of these times he's probably going to come at midnight just to keep you on your toes.

Although, thinking about it some more, it has been a few days since you played the remote prank on Peter... that should be able to keep you plenty entertained while you wait for Fury and Maria to come and go.

You should see about getting the remote back from Rocket tomorrow.

#gotg fanfiction #gotg #gotg fic #x reader #reader is an agent #marvel fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy #yondu udonta #mantis #mantis x reader #yondu udonta x reader #peter quill #kraglin obfonteri

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gam4raa · 2 months

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Hiiiiii It's me again I have an idea for a hurt/comfort prompt maybe 5 "I got you don't worry" with hurt Gamora, what do you think? Ofc if you have time! Don't rush and no pressure of course 💞

"I got you, don't worry"

The Guardians were attending to a complicated mission.

Everyone had to split up, Groot with Rocket and Mantis, Drax with Peter, and Gamora alone. She had told them that she could handle it, and even though Peter was hesitant he eventually agreed.

Gamora had to kill some guards to get through the gate and then enter the building to turn off the bomb. All that in 30 minutes.

She had faith in herself of course she could handle it, and everyone thought so. Peter would be on the other side distracting the rest of them.

Thirteen Minutes

“Alright guardians this may be dangerous so let's put on our mean f-” He was cut off by Drax. “You say that every time!” He protested.

“And it gets dangerous every time.” Peter added.

Gamora unbuckled her seat belt and stood up. “We don't have time for this. Rocket you have to go now, and pause the timing.” She said coldly before grabbing her com and sticking it on her top.

Rocket placed Groot on his shoulder. “I'll see you there.” He mumbled and left.

Peter went over to Gamora and squeezed her hand mouthing a "be careful" to her. She nodded her head and exited the ship.

Twenty Minutes

“I'm outside the gate.” Said Gamora into her com. She had to fight with the guards to get in. Rocket was trying to pause the timing before the bomb exploded. “How much time do I have?” She said.

“Nineteen minutes.” Said Rocket.

“Good- For God's sake that is disgusting!” Gamora protested. “What?” Asked Peter, clearly confused. “That specie is bleeding through the eyes. Nice guard.” She said in a disgusting tone.

Fifteen Minutes

“Gamora? Gamora come in!” Peter yelled into his communicator.

Peter scoffed. “Be quick. Please. Twelve minutes left.”

“You think I won't make it? You have no faith in me Starlord.” She teased.

Nine Minutes

“Where are you?!” Rocket yelled.

“I'm coming! I got into trouble, nothing too serious!” Gamora answered. Even though she wasn't panting it was clear that she was running.

Seven Minutes

“We might have a problem.” Mantis said terrified.

Peter turned on his com. “What do you mean?”

“I can't stop the timer Quill.” Rocket grunted.

“Shit,” Peter hissed. “Where's Gamora?”

Rocket immediately answered. “Hell if I knew! She should've been here by now!” Groot was clinging on Rockets fur.

Five Minutes

“Gamora you have to return back!” Drax yelled. “Huh? I'm almost there!” She said, confused. How much time did she have left?

Three minutes

“You won't make it in time get out of there!” Peter screamed. “You have less than three minutes, Mora please leave!”

Gamora continued running. “I can make it!”

One and a half Minute.

Gamora was starting to realize she didn't have time. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. One minute.

“I'm coming to get you stay right where you are!” Peter told her. “No! I'm running back stay put Peter!” She argued.

Thirty Seconds

“Gamora!”

She was close. So close to the exit. She ran as fast as she could, damn the mission, she thought. “I'm coming I'm so cl--,”

A loud bang was heard inside from the building. Time was off. The bomb had exploded. Gamora was inside. Gamora was inside.

“No, no, no, no, no Rocket track her down! Gamora can you hear me?” Peter yelled desperately.

“I'm trying! Her locator doesn't work!” He said.

Peter let out a frustrated grunt. “Damn it.” He whispered and ran off. He was going to find her. She was alive. She was. “Peter!” Mantis yelled.

“Quill it's been fifteen minutes,” Said Drax.

“I don't give a shit, I'm going to find her!” That's when he heard a cough. A small, weak one. “Gamora!” He ran to her.

She was bleeding through her clothes. Her leg had been stabbed by a blade from a dead guard while she was trying to get out. Her head was bleeding too. She must've hit it when the bomb exploded.

Peter lifted her into his arms, his eyes full with unshed tears. She cried in pain when he lifted her but she tried to protest, thinking that he didn't have to carry her. She knew that she couldn't walk by herself but when she tried to push him away with the only strength she had left he whispered, “I got you, don't worry.” And pressed his forehead against hers.

She didn't try protesting a second time. She couldn't. She continued to cough and whine whenever Peter picked up pace.

“I'm ruining your jacket,” She managed to say.

“It was never my favorite anyway.” He smiled at her. He had to be strong for once. She was always strong for him and he had to do the same for her.

A few hours later Gamora was taken back to the Nova Corps to treat her wounds. She was back at the ship in no time.

She was laying in bed, the one she shared with Peter while he was showering.

A few moments later he came out of the shower and smiled at the sight of her in his shirt. “How are you feeling?” He asked and rubbed her good arm. “Better.” she said softly. “Thank you for taking care of me, you didn't have to,” She didn't get to finish her sentence before Peters lips were pressed on hers in a soft kiss.

“Don't scared me like that again... I don't know what I'd do without you.” He whispered and wrapped his arms around her carefully.

“I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I thought that I could get out.” Gamora said her voice full of regret.

Peter shook his head quickly. “Shh, hell no, don't ever be sorry.” He said soothing her while his hand was moving in circles on her back.

“I love you.” She said. The loudest thing she could manage to say since she got out of the hospital.

Peter let out a watery laugh and settled down next to her. “I love you too.”

They'd be alright.

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I'm so sorry for not writing this sooner! This is by far my bigger fic and probably my favorite one. Thank you for the suggestion, hope you like it! <3

#starmora #gamora #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg vol 3 #mcu #peter quill #marvel #marvel fic #gotg fic

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evolvingchaoswitch · 10 months

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I’m joining in the fun

I am joining in on adding to the pile of Rocket Raccoon x Reader smut out into the universe to increase our numbers, here’s what I have so far;

Telling Rocket to “Go fuck himself” was probably a bad thing in hindsight. Perhaps it was a step too far to lob a small Rocket Raccoon hand puppet at him exclaiming “Here to help you with that” and slamming the door. Even worse was engaging in your favorite addiction without making sure the door was securely locked. Karma had to be the driving cause as to why you found yourself naked on your bed, knees held apart by a collapsible spreader bar and hands held securely in handcuffs on either corner of their bed. The restraints did not guarantee that you were about to be in danger, no that honor went to the man between your legs.

Rocket Raccoon drinking you in like you were going to be a feast that he would enjoy at his preferred pace and that pace alone.

#rocket raccoon x reader #gotg3 #gotg fic #fanfic sneak peek #smut #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfic

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dindjarin-mandalorian · 1 year

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Broken Hearts and Laser Guns (Yondu x Reader)

A/N: This is one of several completed Yondu fics I wrote a few years ago and found sitting forgotten in a folder on my laptop a couple of months back, and I'm slowly making my way through them to get them all posted eventually. I'm not going to do much editing (just a glance-through to find glaring typos), and I feel like my writing has improved since then, but hopefully they'll be enjoyed. :)

Summary: Reader gets their heart broken and Yondu offers some advice.

Warnings: I don't think there are any, but if I've missed one, just let me know. It's a bit angsty due to a breakup, but nothing too intense.

You peeked your head around the door frame of one of the lounges in the Avengers compound, making sure no one was inside. Breathing a sigh of relief when you confirmed that it was indeed empty, you walked inside and collapsed on one of the couches, scrubbing your face with your hands.

You wanted nothing more than to go to your room, lock the door, and cry in private, but that was out of the question. You still had work to do and you didn’t want to let the rest of the team down just because you were heartbroken. You’d take a quick break to pull yourself together, and then try to focus on work for the rest of the day.

Dating someone who also worked in the compound had seemed like a good idea in the beginning, but after the breakup you quickly realized why it was, in fact, a terrible idea. You wished you could avoid your partner – well, ex-partner – completely, but knew you’d bump into them sooner or later. Sooner, with your luck.

You looked up toward the ceiling, doing your best to keep the tears from streaking down your cheeks. All you needed was for someone to find you crying in the lounge. The Avengers compound held a modicum of professionalism, but news about breakups and broken hearts traveled fast, and you really didn’t want to have to deal with any useless, however well-meant, sympathy from your co-workers.

You heard footsteps coming down the hallway and quickly brushed a couple of lingering teardrops from your bottom lashes, hoping that whoever it was didn’t come into the lounge.

A man strode past, glanced inside, then took a step back so he could lean against the door frame, a look of concern on his blue face. “Somethin’ wrong, Y/N?”

You shook your head and tried to muster a smile. “I’m fine, Yondu, thanks. What are you doing here?”

Yondu pushed away from the door frame with his shoulder, then joined you on the couch. “Me an’ Kraglin are gonna help out with a mission. Tha Avengers needed somebody who could get into some shady space ports, an’, well…”

He shrugged, flashing you a quick grin, and you gave him a small smile in return.

“Well, it’s good to see you.”

“You, too. But ya ain’t foolin’ me by sayin’ yer fine.” He nudged you with his arm. “Out with it.”

You sighed. You couldn’t say that you and Yondu were particularly close, but you’d spent time with him occasionally in the past when he and the other Guardians would show up at the compound for one reason or another.

And you had to admit, talking to someone who wouldn’t judge you sounded nice.

You took a steadying breath then said, “I got dumped today.”

You tried to brush it off with a shrug, but you felt your chin wobble and knew you weren’t going to make it through this conversation without crying. You avoided looking at Yondu’s face, and instead studied your boots, which were intensely interesting all of a sudden.

“Ah, damn. Hate ta hear that, Y/N. Their loss, though.”

You huffed a sardonic laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

“I mean it.”

You shook your head, still avoiding looking in his direction. “I just don’t understand what happened. I thought we were fine, you know?”

Your traitorous eyes began to leak again and you angrily brushed the tears away.

“Yeah, that always makes it harder, when it seems ta come outta nowhere.”

You gave a small nod, now focusing on your hands. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, and Yondu seemed to understand.

“Gotta say, I ain’t been dumped in a while, but that’s only ‘cause I ain’t been in a relationship in a while. Reckon I remember how bad it hurts, though.”

“It does.”

“Feels like tha world’s endin’ when ya lose someone.”

You nodded again, brushing another tear away.

“’Specially when ya don’t know what happened.”

“I just… don’t understand.” Something shifted and you couldn’t hold your tears in any longer. “What did I do wrong?”

“Sure ya didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”

“Then why?” Your voice broke on a sob and you finally met his eyes. “Why wasn’t I good enough, Yondu?”

You began to cry in earnest, leaning forward and resting your face in your hands. You tensed up for a moment when Yondu draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side, then relaxed against him, giving in to the tears.

“Listen ta me, Y/N. Yer good enough, ya hear me? If they couldn’t see that, then that’s on them. Sometimes folks jus’ ain’t meant ta be together. Don’t mean somebody ain’t good enough, just means ya ain’t tha right fit.”

You cried harder. “But I thought we fit! I thought we were fine!”

“I ain’t gonna tell ya not ta cry. Cryin’s good fer ya, so ya do it as long as ya need to. But I am gonna tell ya that ya need ta get the ‘good enough’ thoughts outta yer head. They ain’t true an’ they won’t do no good.”

You were crying too hard to form a reply, so you nodded. You knew he was right, but it still hurt and you couldn’t help the feelings of not being good enough. Why else would someone break up a seemingly good relationship?

“An’ as fer fittin’ an’ bein’ fine, maybe y’all did fit at first, an’ then maybe things changed fer ‘em. Life gets in tha way of these things, changes people, ain’t got nothin’ ta do with you. Ya need ta let ‘em go, let ‘em do what they need ta do. Tryin’ ta hang onto these things never works. Won’t make ya happy.”

You tried to catch your breath as you continued to cry, and hoped you wouldn’t start to hyperventilate. That was all you needed to make things even more embarrassing.

“I… I know. But it just… just hurts so much.”

“I know it does, darlin’. Just gotta let it hurt. Gotta get through it. One day yer gonna wake up and be okay, though.”

You gave an unbelieving huff as you tried to stem your tears.

“Yeah, didn’t think ya’d believe me, but it’s true. Ya listen ta ol’ Yondu. He knows what he’s talkin’ about.”

You sat up and lifted your head to look at him, wiping more tears away and wishing you had a tissue. “When did you get so wise, Captain?”

He grinned. “Always been wise. Don’t know why ya ain’t realized it before now.”

You hiccuped a laugh and used your sleeve to dry your eyes, even as a few more tears trickled down your cheek. “You’ve been hiding all that Ravager knowledge, I guess.”

“Guess so.”

“Ugh, I wish I had a tissue.” You knew your eyes were red and swollen so there would be no hiding this crying session when you finally left the lounge, but you at least wanted your face to be dry when you met up with your teammates.

“Oh, here.” Yondu removed his arm from around you and reached into an inside pocket of his duster, pulling out a grimy handkerchief and handing it to you.

You took it from him and gave a small laugh through the last of your tears. “It’s… dirty.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a Ravager. Might be good with advice about a broken heart, but I ain’t ever got a clean handkerchief.”

You laughed again, a little louder, as you handed it back to him, then dabbed your eyes gently with the sleeve pulled up over your hand. “Thanks, but I’ll just keep using my sleeves.”

“Suit yerself.” He grinned as he stuck the dirty handkerchief back inside his pocket. “Listen, I got an idea. We’re gonna go blow off some steam.”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I have to get back to work.”

“Come on, Y/N, when’s tha last time ya took off?”

You thought for a minute and realized it had been months since you’d taken a day off. “It’s been a while,” you admitted.

“They can get along without ya fer one afternoon. Tell ‘em yer sick an’ let’s go.”

“I can’t just lie and say I’m sick! They’ll have me in the sick bay within the hour.”

“Ain’t a lie! Yer heartsick, an’ they can’t put ya in tha sick bay if ya ain’t here. Come on, send ‘em a comm.”

You bit your lip, considering your options. “Fine.”

His grin widened as he watched you pull out your phone and send a quick email to your supervisor. It was true, they could do without you for one afternoon. There weren’t any pressing matters to attend to, and it was Friday, after all.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket. “Done. So where are we going?”

Yondu stood and held out a hand to help you up. “It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t really like the sound of that.”

“C’mon, trust me.”

Even though you knew you probably shouldn’t, you did.

You followed him outside to the airspace, but stopped walking when you realized he was heading towards his ship.

He noticed you were no longer beside him and turned back to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Are we leaving Earth?”

“Yep.”

“I can’t just leave the planet.”

“Who says?”

Realizing there was literally no one who could stop you from leaving the planet – something that you thought might have been an oversight that someone should have already considered – you shrugged and caught up with him.

A few minutes later, you were sitting next to Yondu in the co-pilot’s chair of the Eclector. You’d never been in space before and could hardly believe you were here now.

“So where are we going?””

“Told ya, it’s a surprise.”

“Leaving the planet isn’t enough of a surprise?”

“Nope.”

An hour later, Yondu set the ship expertly down in a landing field full of other ships, and the two of you stepped out into a brightly lit town. Apart from the fact that the buildings were definitely not constructed by anyone from Earth, it almost felt like a bustling city back home.

You followed Yondu to a small building, painted in vivid colors, and walked inside as he held the door for you. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dimly-lit room, a contrast from all the brightness outside, and then you quickly caught up to Yondu as he strode to a counter on the other side of the room.

“Two, please.”

The man behind the counter, who had three eyes and whose skin was tinted a light purple, said, “Yes, sir. Will you require laser guns, or do you have your own?”

“Go ahead an’ give us a couple,” he said, sliding some credits across the counter.

The man nodded, reached under the counter and pulled out two laser guns, which he handed to Yondu. “You can go on in,” he said, indicating a door on the right. “The session isn’t full yet.”

“Thanks.”

Yondu handed one of the laser guns to you. “Ya ready?”

“For what?”

“Fer a laser gun battle.”

“Is this… is this like laser tag on Earth?”

“Yeah, somethin’ like that. General concept is tha same.”

“The general concept?”

“Yep.”

You stopped at the door. “Don’t we get the little vests with the targets?”

“Don’t need vests. We’re tha targets.”

“But how do we know who wins?”

“Whoever’s still standin’ at tha end.”

You looked at your laser gun in horror and spluttered, “Yondu, are these real laser guns?”

“’Course they are! Can’t protect yerself with fake ones.”

“Are you trying to get me killed? Because I guess that is a good way to make me forget about my broken heart.”

Yondu laughed. “Nah, we ain’t gonna die. I’ve seen ya at target practice, yer a natural. We ain’t got nothin’ ta worry ‘bout.”

“Yondu!”

“Ya really don’t wanna have a laser battle?”

“Not when the losers die!”

He grinned. “Fine. Then how ‘bout ice cream?”

You were speechless for a moment as you tried to comprehend his sudden shift from death in a laser gun battle to ice cream. “Ice cream sounds much… safer.”

“Then ice cream it is. I know this place over on -”

You raised a hand to stop him. “Can we please get ice cream back on Earth?”

He laughed. “You got it, darlin’.” Turning back to the man behind the counter, he asked, “Reckon we can get a refund on these guns?”

#yondu udonta fanfic #yondu x reader #yondu udonta x reader #yondu udonta #yondu #yondu fic #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #gotg fic #gotg #guardians of the galaxy

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tinkertoysdamn · 13 days

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Short Starmora fic

Inspired by the "too many beds" prompt. Written way too quickly.

When they had commissioned the Benatar, it was in the early stages of their relationship. Peter and Gamora had agreed that things were too delicate, too new for them to share the same room. At first.

It started with Gamora lingering in Peter’s doorway before retreating to her own space. Over time, it graduated to her staying the night once, twice, then the entire course of the week. Eventually, they gave up and realized Gamora was not going anywhere. She moved her things the next day.

Her old room became a refuge when sick or when one or the other couldn’t sleep due to snoring or some other minor inconvenience. It was a respite from the normal irritations that occur when sharing a bed with another body. Though it was rarely used, it was still considered “Gamora’s room.” It was her space if she ever wanted it back.

Peter was protective when Rocket wanted to store his extra parts there and Gamora firmly told Drax that no, his exercise equipment would have to find some other place to live.

Even if the bed remained empty and the room undecorated, it was Gamora’s. It was hers.

Until suddenly it wasn’t.

Until the day when she didn’t come home. Until the day a stranger wearing her face came into the world. Until the day she left.

She left.

Now her bed would remain forever empty, forever abandoned, forever cold.

So, it was with a heavy heart that Peter sealed the room shut. If Gamora wasn't going to use it, no one would.

#starmora #gotg fic #written way too quickly #not good enough for Ao3

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gimmiesomehoneynsugar · 10 months

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It Lead to this

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Rocket/Gn Reader! Word count 2087 updated version oops

A week has passed since you’ve seen Rocket, you’ve texted him the odd amount with photos of your lunch and little plants you find around your job, and he replied with either the thumbs-up emoji or just left on read. This would’ve annoyed you before but now with everything cleared up between you two, all you can do is accept it and sigh continuing your shift.

As the hours fly by, you pack up your stuff and say goodbye to your coworkers, you slowly walk down the street and through the plaza, and you see the local bars and restaurants open up it’s been a while since you’ve gone out by yourself, and you were craving a milky fizz vodka and roasted zargnuts.

You head to your apartment, you got out of your work clothes and into your favourite tight black shirt n pants, you look in the mirror and realise the only reason you felt confident in these clothes was Rocket boasting about you in the clothes all while complimenting you.

His eyes wouldn't leave you until you left the room, even in a crowded space he could spot you out of the corner of his eye that's how infatuated he is with you. You sighed into your hands then throwing your head back you thought to yourself, tonight is about you, not some guy who's not interested.

You put on some light makeup, mascara and highlighter, you felt confident, stunning even and with your shoes on and your wallet in your hand you leave, now walking to your local bar.

You walk through the door yelling at the bartender for a Milky Fizz Vodka and some zargnuts roasted, they give you a thumbs up and as you walk to the corner barstool you hear some familiar voices coming from the booth beside your seat. You turn your head slightly and in the corner of your eye, you see Drax, Nebula and Rocket all in a booth chatting it up.

You think to yourself ‘You gotta be kidding me,’ as the bartender hands you your food and drink. You quickly turn your head back, you'd leave the by now or say hi but a little bit of you wants to snoop you can’t help but eavesdrop, also tonight is about you, and self-love, you don’t want to involve yourself with Rocket right now.

“Drax, Nebula I don’t know how you deal with all those little demons, dealing with all the animals is easier than those... kids,” Rocket speaks in a sarcastic tone taking a swig of his drink.

“Rocket there are our children, they have names, I’d like you to respect them,” Nebula scoffs, crossing her arms.

“You have over fifty children! How am I supposed to remember them all?” He exclaims gesturing with his hands.

“I’ve memorised all my children's names, you're just incompetent Rocket, Although I do wish Mantis was here with us,” says Drax, grabbing a fistful of zargnuts.

“Well she gotta discover herself yknow, maybe she got a lover or a hobby, who knows she might even visit us in the future,” says Rocket as he signs looking out the window all while swirling his drink.

“Hahaha! You seem to think she's doing better than you?” Drax practically yells while Nebula shakes her head in disagreement.

“What, what are going on about, I’m doing great, fantastic even?” he asked, focusing on the conversation.

“I say that Mantis might already have a mate Rocket, you should look for a suitable life partner too, you might be small but some people can get past that” Drax claims as he downs his drink, all while Nebula rolls her eyes.

He looks a little shocked at first but after a second of silence looking at his drink.

“Well… maybe, I have thought of that kinda stuff,” he says, sipping on his drink and avoiding eye contact with Drax and Nebula.

Overhearing their conversation on dating leads to you choke on your drink, you grab a napkin and cough into it still trying to overhear the convo. But honestly, it’s pissing you off more than you realise, you were now okay with not dating Rocket or being that close to him but now his attitude of wanting to date utterly infuriates you.

What was the point of the whole conversation you had with him if he was gonna turn around and say this? Maybe you just weren't what he was looking for other than to screw you. But why all the gifts and dates, was I a hooker?

As you are about to pay for your drink and go home in a salty mood, a random man sits next to you.

“Are you an alien?” He says leaning one hand on the bar looking you up and down not hiding the fact he is staring right at your chest.

“Cause you abducted my heart the moment I walked in,” he says while smirking thinking he nailed it, what kind of confidence does he have to think that would really work?

You couldn’t help but crack up giggling trying to cover your mouth. Just the sheer amount of cheesiness is enough to make you cringe in a laughable way.

“Don’t you think that a bit racist?” you asked looking at him fully, seeing he was clearly drunk, not bad looking but a little too sloppy drunk for your taste all while Rocket, Nebula and Drax saw, Rocket's jaw dropped as he realised you’d been there the entire time and heard everything, he gulps thinking he should pretend he doesn't know you for the sake of him not having to explain his whole confusing relationship with you.

You quickly glance at the three of them with a grin, looking at Rocket's nervous face made you grin and now all you wanted to do was to mess with him.

“Just Kidding, care to buy me my next drink?” you asked, smirking with your lip now on the cusp of your drink, signalling to this guy he could have a chance. He sighs in relief of not offending you and calls over the bartender.

As Nebula n Drax continue their convo about how their children are, Rocket can’t help but stare in anger at you talking to this stranger, he’s more pissed than anything but realised he kinda caused it a little.

He mumbles under his breath ‘If he tries any more flirty shit with you i’ll rip him a new one’. Rocket was staring so sharply at you he could burn a hole between both of your heads, you again glance over to see Rocket seething showing off the bitchiest bitch face you’ve ever seen.

You honestly couldn’t help but smirk at him biting your lips softly and quietly moaning into your cup at him. If any of your teasing was going to rile up Rocket it’d be this.

He sees you clearly teasing him, he is just one moment away from pulling you out of that bar or dragging you into an alleyway to devour and punish you.

“So what’s your name dolly?” The guy asked you, slurring his words.

“Don’t call me dolly my name is-,”

“Whatever lemme tell you dolly about my weapons, I’m a bounty hunter and I enjoy the hunt of shitheads you know,” he interrupts you now going on and on about his recent bounties he’s completed, nothing impressive just the average thief, while drinking the milky fizz he bought for you.

“Ah okay…” you say now ready to leave, as you get up basically sneaking past this guy, he grabs your forearm.

“Where do you think you're going dolly?” He asks, squeezing your arm tight, enough for it to hurt.

You crunched your face, ‘what a slob’ you thought.

“Mind letting go asshole?” you said loudly pulling your arm out of his grasp, leaving a sore red handprint.

“What’s the problem babe? We were having fun,” he scoffs frowning.

After you pull away now everyone has either glanced over or just waiting to see what happens next, Nebula and Drax looked over a little concerned but they go back to their conversation, yet Rocket snapped over this.

With the most infuriated look on his face, he jumps off his booth seat now hopping up to the seat you were just on, getting between you and the guy.

“Who the fuck are you to boss them around, also don’t call them dolly!” says Rocket, bearing his teeth with his hand hovering over his holster.

“Rocket what are you doing? I can handle this myself!” you walk around to face him, can tonight get any worse?

“Yeah listen to Dolly Rodent, I'll call them whatever I want, and what even are you some kind of monster?” he chuckles looking at Rocket curiously, trying to figure out what he is through his beer goggles.

“The fuck you say?” you slam your hand down between them separating the both of them while Nebula and Drax stare while eating zargnuts it’s first-class seats to this confusing drama.

The man flinches back a little after your burst of rage, yet after the acts of aggression to his life, he still has the audacity to ogle at your chest. You’d have enough, with all your anger you swing a punch to his jaw causing him to fall off his seat, your knuckles now bruised up with torn skin, “Piece of fucking shit,” you say as you spit on him and pay the barkeep.

You’ve just seen your hand, it’s started to bleed after you handed over the units. ‘Shit’ you mumble as you grab your stuff, quickly glancing at Rocket before rushing out of the bar.

“Wait, where are you going, wait!,” Rocket yelps chasing after you, forgetting all about Nebula and Drax who are still eating and enjoying this drama.

As Rocket follows you to the dock for the ships he questions why you would come here. You paced over to your ship, it wasn’t anything fancy, your ship wasn't big or shiny just comfy enough for you to travel long distances. You click your remote and a bridge comes out and the door to your ship opens.

“What are you doing, where are you going?!” He asks you huffing, catching his breath completely confused.

“Rocket I’m confused you confuse me, I don’t get you I’d admit I don’t understand you,” You look back at him with frustration riddling your face.

“What are you going on about, you’ve gone crazy,” He says confused and worried, like you could do something drastic.

“What you said at the bar to Drax and Nebula, then defending me, I thought you didn’t want to date me but, fuck man I feel lead on I don’t get you.” You yell at him, and everyone around is now staring, they probably think of this as a lover's quarrel.

“That’s! That’s.. look I admit I don’t know what these feelings are but whenever I see you with someone else like that dickhead calling you dolly ugh! It infuriates me. I nearly killed that bastard if you didn’t punch him, speaking of which doll why did you punch him?” He asked you now with his hand on his hip.

“Well, news flash Rocket, I LIKE YOU,” you yelled so loud it has a slight echo through the dock.

“I like you so much Rocket and from what you just said, I think you do too! but you need to realise that yourself and I ain't not waiting any longer, I'm out!” You say to him now with your hands on your hips.

“Out what do you mean out?!” he asked tilting his head.

“I’m going to stay at my sister's for a while on Terra, Earth!,” you exclaimed throwing a small tracking device to him.

“When you figure out your emotions for me and yourself come get me, if I don’t see you in a month well we're through," now wiping away a small tear of your cheek, you walk over to him and kiss his forehead holding his face.

You walk back onto your ship looking back at him, he seems quite shocked and confused you can see the cogs turn in his brain with a hopeless look on his face.

You shut your ship's door, and a waterfall of tears burst from your eyes, you pace over to the cockpit sitting down on your lonesome chair and as you start the course for Terra, home.

#rocket raccoon #gotg #rocket raccoon being a slay #rocket #gotg vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians 3 #rocket x reader #rocket racoon x reader #rocket gotg #rocket fanfic #fanfic #gotg fic #gotg fanfiction #gender nuetral reader

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starlxghtss · 4 months

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So I've got this Gotg headcanon going about little Peter suffering from nightmares during his time on the Eclector. The boy has slept awfully since his mum's death and after his abduction from Earth, he used to wake up in the middle of the night, completely drenched in sweat and shivering, looking around his dark room in fear. Whenever he had a nightmare back home, Peter just would've run to his mother, slip under her blanket only to get shushed and comforted by her soft voice.

But now things were different and there was no one who could possibly give him that kind of (needed) comfort. In fact, the boy was on a ship full of cold-hearted cruel pirates, who cared about nothing and no one.

Yet, one night, Peter eventually sneaks out of his room, tiptoeing through the ship's empty corridors and comes to halt at the Captain's quarters.

The boy hesitates first but his fear of sleeping alone after that awful nightmare clearly outweighed that so he opened the door with a creak and as quietly as possible slipped into the generous room.

There he finds Yondu, snoring loudly to himself on his large bed, having no clue that the Terran kid just sneaked into his private quarters as he hasn't heard him near at all.

Peter stares a while at the Ravager captain, then a child's dainty hand lands on the Centaurian's rough shoulder, shaking it while a whisper runs over his lips.

"Yondu!"

No reaction.

Peter tries it once again and this time, he hears a grunt, then a pair of red eyes flap open in a sudden. A hand grabs the child's arm (a little bit to hard) and the boy squeals in surprise, making Yondu raise his eyebrow in confusion when he probably expected a threat but not the little Terran almost scaring him to death.

He sighes almost relieved, lets go off the boy's arm and his tensed muscles relax a bit.

"'s jus' ya, boy."

"What the hell ya doin' 'ere in the middle of the night?"

Yondu pierces the child with his look, expecting a good explanation for all of this. No one would dare to wake the captain after all, right?

"I've had a nightmare... and now I can't sleep."

"An'?"

Peter avoids his glance, ashamed, looking to the side and mumbles some words under his breath.

"I uh, can I sleep with you tonight?"

That was when the boy caught Yondu off guard completely. Another confused look and raised eyebrow alongside with a few hisses makes Peter almost regret coming here in the first place.

"What? Ain't'cha too old for this, boy? C'mon, get outta 'ere, kid, 'm tired!"

The Ravager turns his back to the kid, pretending to fall asleep and simply waits for the boy to leave his room again, but then he hears a soft sniffle and a child's whiny voice.

"Please, Yondu..."

He turns around again, seeing, how few tears glistened on Peter's cheeks and another sniffle follows while big green eyes caught the captain's stern gaze. And he told the kid many times not to put on that look on his face, not to whine or cry, because Yondu hated whenever the boy did that and couldn't stand his crying. But there was also this feeling in his chest that he couldn't quite understand even up until that day and should he be damned for it, hell, Yondu somehow just couldn't kick the boy out.

So with a few reluctant grumbles and repressed self-pride, the Centaurian eventually makes a bit of space on the bed and Peter's tears disappeared in a sudden when the little Terran scrambs up to him under the blanket.

"But don't'cha make any noise! If I'm hearin' jus' a single un, I'll kick ya out, ye hear me, boy?!"

Peter curles into a little ball, snuggling into the blanket right beside the hissing Ravager who then hears some further whispered words.

"I won't, I promise."

Odd as it is, Yondu has laid awake for a while now and the sleepiness just seemingly dissolved with the little child pressed tightly against his back so the Centaurian turns, hearing Peter's soft breaths and little hands clenched into the blanket while he whimpers in his sleep.

If he'd stick to his words before, now would be the moment to bring the kid back to his bed because Peter actually broke his promise to stay quiet all night. But Ravagers don't make promises anyway and if they did, they'd surely break them, don't they?

Boy better learns t' stop making promises he can't keep.

And that sure has nothing to do with the little Terran crying in his sleep nor Yondu's hand carefully pulling the kid a little bit closer to him or that warm feeling rising in his chest when the boy snuggled into his arms.

No, not at all.

#my fav father and son duo <3 #let them have this moment pls #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg headcanons #peter quill #yondu udonta #yondad #gotg fic

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

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Corsetry Kink with Nebula ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 28th!!! Welcome to the fourth and the final week of Kinktober! 💙 On the docket today we have a Corsetry Kink. With the adopted daughter of a titan and Guardian of the Galaxy, Nebula. Enjoy!! 🖤🎃

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, Corsetry kink, teasing, kissing, flustering, talk of smut, self worth issues, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Got you something…” you cooed, hiding the box behind your back.

Nebula starred at you with her iconic annoyed look.

“What?” She impatiently asked.

You grinned and handed her the box.

“Because you always say you want to be pretty, and I always say that you are pretty…” you explained, “So I thought I’d remind you how pretty you are.

She grabbed the box from you swiftly.

“I’m not pretty…” Nebula huffed, throwing the box open and letting its pieces fall to the ground.

What was left was a corset in the woman’s hand. She held it up with awe, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Her gaze then eventually shifted to you.

“I…” she stammered, desperately searching for the right words.

“It’s alright. Don’t say anything.” You reassured her, “Just put it on. And kiss me…”

Her eyes darkened at your last sentence, and she nodded eagerly. Nebula then began attempting to put on the corset. But it was apparent quite quickly that she needed assistance.

“Here, Let me…” you hummed, floating over to the blue woman and helping her adorn the corsetry with ease, tightening the garment to her satisfaction.

Nebula nodded in thanks and then looked in the mirror. Her jaw dropped and tears started to brim on her eyes.

She then swiftly turned back to you and smashed her lips against yours. You reciprocated eagerly. Your tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths, before having to pull away for air.

“What do you think…?” You ask, indicating to the corset.

Nebula looks at you, to the corset, and back to you.

“It’s hot. It’s so hot. Make me want to thank you…” She pants, inflecting her tone on thank to get across to you how much this was turning her on.

“You look hot.” You purr, “and sexy. And pretty. And horny…”

You tease the woman with your last word, receiving a swat in the arm from your efforts.

“Hey!” You exclaim, rubbing your arm dramatically.

“What, You’re telling me that you aren’t getting wetter by the second…?” You change your tone to a husky purr.

Your words send shivers down Nebula’s spine.

“Shut up…” she grumbled.

“I won’t, not sorry.” You purr, shrugging, “You’re making me so fucking horny, baby… Wanna fuck you while you look all pretty tied up in that corset…”

Nebula’s eyes widen and she gulps. After a second, she nods vigorously.

“Nuh uh… ” You cooed teasingly, wagging your finger playfully at her, “Want me to show you how pretty you are…? Want me to tighten that corset and cut off your circulation…? Use your words then.”

Nebula blushed at your words and fiddled with her fingers.

“Please…” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Please fuck me” she pled, “fuck me pretty please…!”

“Because you asked so nicely.” You purred, tilting your head to the woman.

“But Baby, You’re already pretty. I’ll just have to remind you of that…” you cooed, connecting your lips to Nebula’s once more.

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Next Day <—Puppy Play Kink!!

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sweetaliencheeks · 11 months

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THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE

“What the f-” my whole soul left my body as the door to my quarters opened wide. It was late at night and I was sitting at my desk, music playing softly in my earphones and my fingers messing around with some paint. I was set for yet another sleepless night, as it had been the case for a few weeks now. It had been the case ever since we had almost lost Rocket. The idea of him being gone was still fresh in my head and my whole heart ached with the possibility of me not being around if something were to happen to him again. Every time I closed my eyes all I could think of was What if Peter hadn’t been there on time? What if I were here, would I have been able to help? To stop things? To save him? Those thoughts kept me up along with the alternate time line where he didn’t make it back to me. Where I came home to Knowhere and my home wasn’t there. Where he would have been gone forever and it would have just been me with my helpless thoughts and corrosive regret “Oh, it’s you…” I set a hand over my chest, like it would help my heartbeat back to normal. A smile took over my features as I laid eyes on him and my whole body relaxed. He looked as he always had, kind of scruffy, kind of out of place, his fur matted on one side of his face and spiked in every direction on the other. At least he had gotten some sleep. He slept better now, he felt better, and that was the best thing I could ever take from the whole situation. He didn’t say anything as I rose my eyebrows, waiting for him to say something or to tell me why he had just barged into my personal space in the middle of the night. His eyes were sunken and red and puffy, and I couldn’t tell if he had been crying, or if he was simply in the verge of. I slid down my chair to kneel in front him, but before I could even ask what was wrong, he moved. Not a single word from his mouth as he cupped both my cheeks and made my body shiver from the foreign contact I had been yearning for for long. He just stared into my eyes, my chest becoming heavier and heavier by the second. His stare was persistant yet insecure, and he kept opening and shutting his mouth, but the words didn’t seem to want to come out. After a few seconds, he finally let go of my face and just buried his head in my neck, hiding underneath my hair and gripping my shoulders tightly “What are you d-?”

“I love you” I almost didn’t hear it. It was soft and sincere and it made every hair on my body stand. His hot breath on my neck sent out yet another shiver through my body, and I could feel my face begin to burn.

“What?” my throat felt tight, so tight that my own voice was barely a whisper.

“I love you” he repeated. Only this time, he pulled away to look at me. No longer hiding. No longer embarrassed and ashamed to feel.

“I love you, too” I said with half a laugh. I had forgotten what carefree and genuinely blissful laughter sounded like as it echoed in my chest. My eyes were full of tears and my whole body tingled with hope and giddiness. I wiped my cheeks before pulling him closer and resting my forehead at the top of his head “I love you so much”

“For real?” he stepped even closer to me and pushed his head slightly against my jaw.

“For real” I said with a giggle as he pulled back to hold my face again, gazing at me with the goofiest grin on his face. I don’t think either of us had ever thought that we’d be able to ever experience a mutual love of this kind, so this whole situation felt almost surreal. To be loved back in such an unconditional and pure way, was almost like a childish dream. Something you’d never expect to find amongst people like us, who would still believe in love when all you ever learnt was abuse and fear? I sighed happily, content with how his touch felt on my skin and how gleeful he looked. But I had to ask, so I pushed him back a little “I’m glad you said it first, but… Why now?”

“I had a near death experience. Guess any time is a good time now, huh?” he laughed, tapping me slightly on the cheek. Knowing him like I did, it was a way to tiptoe around the truth, and I wasn’t about to begin this new chapter of our lives with a lie. I agreed with him, but that wasn’t why. Rocket had never been one to share his feelings or show his emotions or really admit to anything he could have perceived as a weak spot, near death or not. So I raised an eyebrow at him and cut all physical contact “Fine…” he rolled his eyes and took a step back “I had this nightmare”

“Oh….” as he sighed, his posture changed drastically. His arms dangled at the sides of his body as his shoulders slumped, his ears instantly dropped and were now flat against his head. His voice became a rumble in his throat, and it sounded almost broken. My heart dropped to my stomach as I launched forward to grab him and pull him on to my lap.

“You left” he laid his head on my shoulder again, claws tight around the straps of my top. He spoke slowly, as if he was uncertain of what to say next. As if the wrong string of words would change everything. Before I could reassure him, he finished his sentence, it was almost as if he was just muttering under his breath, but I understood what he said “With some stupid guy” he sniffled “A hummie, or maybe not. I don’t know, but he looked just like Quill” he sighed deeply and buried his head softly on my neck “And nothing like me…”

“I see” was all I could say. My hand travelled to the back of his head, and I started petting him. At first cautiously, afraid it might startle him. But instead, he leaned into my hand, and my hesitant touch quickly turned into the loving and comforting one I so terribly wanted to give him.

“It hurts…” I frowned, although he couldn’t see me. Hearing those words from him broke my heart. I never wanted him to ever be hurt again, or to feel pain in any kind of way.

“What hurts, my love?” I asked quietly. I felt him shift in my arms, and heard him take a deep breath. His claws fumbled around with the tips of my hair.

“To love ya” I felt my jaw clench.

“Why? Love isn’t supposed to hurt” I planted a small kiss between his ears.

“Because I’m always thinking of ya and dreaming of ya, and this-“ he gestured around with his hands, as if he was still trying to find the right word to say “It felt fucking terrible…” I held him tighter. I might not have had the right words to say either, but I was there for him. I had always been. And now I wanted to make sure that he knew it, that he knew I would look after him and protect him and hold him tight when things weren’t going his way “Like my chest was heavy, and-” and that’s when I understood why he looked the way he looked when he first walked in “And I just had to do it, ok?”

“Ok” I whispered affectionately in his ear before getting up, still holding him, and taking a step towards my bed. He didn’t protest as I pulled the covers over us and cuddled him, showering him with the kisses he had missed out on over the years. As we laid next to each other, with him curled up in a ball against me, I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he fell peacefully asleep in my arms. And just like that, gazing down at the one I had for so long loved in complete silence, my sleepless nights were over. And so were his nightmares and his fears. It was all over. And as all that suffering finally came to an end, the two of us had offered each other a new beginning “I’m glad you did”

Got this very sweet request from the lovely @tina-isleeping, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. You all know I’m a simple sappy woman, I love writing about feelings. And I’m also incapable of short, simple fics. It’s always too long, but I’ve figured out how to add a “read more” button, so it’s ok!

The reader is listening to “This is How It Feels” by d4dv, which is the song that inspired this whole story. Hope you all like it!

Love you all 🤍

#rocket x reader #gotg fic #fanfic #marvel #gotg vol 3 #gotg vol 1 #gotg x reader #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #gotg2

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countrymusiclover · 8 months

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Part 5

Part 6

His Sky

@aintinacage @haru-reto

I stirred in my sleep where my tail and legs started kicking around thinking I was back in my cell with the High Evolutionary where I was afraid until I felt someone's hand on my side. Blinking my eyes open I released a sigh of relief seeing that it was Rocket who was touching me. "Ah!..Rocket?"

"Huh…what is it, Sky?" He shifted in his sleep rubbing his eyes but he didn't move away from me at all. He just blinked his eyes looking at me silently.

Laying my head back against his chest I hummed tracing patterns with my paws. "I just thought I was back there. That…all of it was a dream - ow!"

"If you can feel that then it's real. You're back with me." He tugged on the end of my tail where I winced when he did so being serious to prove a point.

Scrunching my nose I nodded in agreement at the raccoon. "I suppose you're right, Rock."

"I'm usually always right." He added on proudly.

Silence filled the room where he appeared to be going back to sleep. I wasn't sure if we should stay in this room or go outside and not feel trapped. "Rocket?"

"Hmm." He made a noise with his eyes closed.

Rolling over onto my side I met his brown eyes. "Am I meeting your team today?"

"You want to meet my family of supposed idiots." He made a confused face.

Nodding my head yes at him. "Yes. If they're your family I should meet them right. I don't want to come off like I can only be with you."

Rocket made a noise jumping down from the bunk and I followed and landed right in front of him. "Alright but I want to see how you are with a blaster later. So we're gonna work on that." He rummaged around in a crate until he found some goggles throwing them on top of his head.

"Alright, fine." I smiled tilting my head to him with a light smirk.

He squinted his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Cause you look cuter with your goggles on." I nervously said, rubbing a hand down my arm, dropping my gaze to the floor.

Rocket froze for a moment before he shook his head. "Oh uh…thanks."

He flung open the door letting me out first before he led me through the ship seeing that we were still flying through space. Putting my hands down at my sides still only wearing the shirt that Rocket gave me. We moved around the corner coming to see five different people that had helped us save the other animals. “Who is the strange animal by Rocket?” The one that was named Drax pointed at me while eating another bag of supposed nuts.

“My name is Y/n. Y/n Squirrel.” I waved my left paw at them introducing myself.

The blue looking robot woman stood by the table. “You faced worse than what Thanos did to me. Both of you did.”

“Don’t talk about it!” Rocket growled up at her. “I’m the captain so you listen to me.”

The guy that was named Quill stepped up correcting him. “Actually I’m the captain.”

"Who is the smarter one here? The cyber-genetic raccoon or the Terran who did a dance off to save the galaxy." Rocket put his hands on his hips rolling his eyes at him.

Knitting my brows at my friend I didn't understand. "Dance off. Are you serious right now? Did you forget we aren't in some musical movie where you could have died thinking that would work."

"It actually did work though." Quill told me.

Putting my arms across my chest rather than at my sides I tilted my head slightly. "Did you know the likelihood of you coming out of that alive was 1% to 99%. That is like the worst odds in the galaxy."

"She acts almost like Rocket." Drax dryly chuckled finishing his nuts.

Gamora asked. "So are you a raccoon or something?"

"I'm not a RACCOON!" I growled jumping up from the metal floor almost biting on her arm when I landed back on my feet making her jump backwards. "Don't you people have an anatomy book on animals? I'm a squirrel."

There was a girl with antennas on her head that tried to touch my head laughing. "Drax played a practical joke on me like that once. I found it very funny."

"They really are stupid, except for the blue women." Leaning towards Rocket I whispered in his ear when he glanced out the corner of his eye at me. The ship suddenly shook where I stumbled over into Rocket’s chest where I wrapped my arms around his neck losing my balance. “Woah, what was that?”

He barely wrapped his arms around me not wanting to show them he was so innocent. "We're landing, baby. Don't throw up on my fur now."

"I wouldn't do that, Rock." I glared at him.

The antenna lady clasped her hands together. "Awe she's nicknamed him. Rock, short for Rocket."

"No one else calls me it but her or I'll destroy your clothes!" Rocket snarled tugging me towards the seats of the spaceship. He climbed up in one of the seats pointing to the one beside him. "Take Quills seat Y/n. He won't mind and strap in. I'll get us home."

The Terran said, offended. "That’s the captain seat, Rocket.”

“She’s my co-caption, Quill.” He rolled his eyes while I connected the buckles together before he yanked a lever shooting towards the ground quickly doing some flips then finally landing on the ground. The ship door opened and I followed the gang down.

“Hey, I need to talk with everyone.” Quill turned around to face the group once we were all standing on the dirt ground in front of him with the ship behind us.

Rocket shrugged his shoulders when I sent him a confused look with my tail swaying side to side while his tail was lowered down to the dirt. “I never know what’s running through his head. Regardless, ya can bunk with me.”

“Okay that works.” I said to him following my raccoon friend and I suppose you could say romantic partner.

Our group entered one of the large rooms where they had clearly been living in until they had to leave and come save me. The blue lady that was apparently named Nebula spoke to her friends. “We're building a new society. I need all the support I can get for those children out there. Today, I saw who you are. You weren't born to be a destroyer. You were born to be a dad.”

The Drax guy smiled at her words with Rocket sending her a look raising a brow. “So you'll lead the Guardians then?”

“No. I'm going to lead the city. Make it the type of home I never had.” Nebula explained to him.

I watched Rocket’s shoulders slump and his voice broke when he asked his group of friends, causing me to reach out for his hand and intertwine my fingers with his feeling sad for him even though I didn’t know these people. “So that's it? The group's over?”

“No. Well, the galaxy still needs its guardians. And you will make a better leader than I ever was…Captain.” Quill responded before he hit his hand over his left side of his chest and the others did the same thing,

The talking tree smiled down at Rocket and I. “I love you guys.”

“Rocket you and your adorable friend will be a cute couple.” The antenna lady smiled brightly.

Rocket waved his freehand at her. “Don’t make me get more mushie than I already am, Mantis!”

“We should be a good pair after he teaches me how to use weapons.” Shrugging my shoulders I smiled squeezing Rocket’s hand since he hadn’t pulled away from me.

He glanced at me, smirking. “Co-caption Y/n don’t sound so bad.”

“I’ll follow your lead to the sky, Captain Rocket.” Raising my freehand I mimicked what his friends had done with a proud smile. Any life with Rocket would be better than being in the lab and cages of the High Evolutionary.

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Hello! I wasn't sure if you were taking requests or not, so please feel free to ignore this if you aren't!

Would I be able to request a Rocket X Fem!Reader (established relationship) oneshot or imagine or headcanons?

Y/n works at a bar on Knowhere and Rocket and the Guardians will often drink there. Half the time, Rocket's just sitting at the bar, talking to Y/n and only ordering drinks from her.

Maybe some smut at the end??

If you take this request, thank you!!

Have a great day!

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You work at one of the more well-known bare at Knowhere to no one’s surprise, though the bar had only been popular due to its lower prices and even lower pay, but, you weren’t complaining. You needed the money and the company wasn’t half bad. (That being Kraglin being one of the nicer ones to talk to you and Cosmo dropping by because of him. He works at a bar but often hops jobs when he’s not off being a guardian so you’re stuck with him for maybe another two weeks, probably more.)

You weren’t quite sure how it happened. A few times of talking and fucking were what crossed your mind first but when Rocket walked into the bar with his family like they do once or twice a week, you remember how lucky you are to have Rocket Raccoon as your boyfriend.

As per usual, he chats it up with his friends for the first few minutes and sets up the jukebox in the corner before picking up some drinks for his friends. The chilly air of Knowhere waltzed into the bar but you were far too busy pretending not to be completely dazed by your boyfriend’s roaming about the bar.

He finally sits down at the cocktail table where Kraglin had been working, and by this time your colleague already knew this was his cue to switch with you.

“I’m not disrupting your working hours, am I?” Rocket asked in a low, sultry voice as he rested his cheek on his fist, his elbow propped up on the table.

“Like you give a shit,” you scoffed with a smile. “The usual?”

“Yeap.”

And just like it had been every night, Rocket constantly shifted his attention between you and his family. Of course you didn’t mind because you knew how much it had made him happy and that’s all you could want for him and more.

“Oh, princess are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah why?”

He tilted his head, a small smile curving his lips. “You just look so tired.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Anyway work ends in …” you glance at a clock hanging above the doors of the bar. “An hour.”

“If you say so …”

You’ve danced this tango before, it was Rocket just painfully reminding you of how he rewards your hard work with a good fuck in your apartment.

The truth is, you’re exhausted, of course you were, your shifts were always over ten hours long five days a week and the only relief you get is during your one hour break and when he comes to see you.

But you can’t let him know that or he’ll make it into a whole thing in bed that prolongs your agony, so you suck it up until he has you in bed, moaning his name.

“Rocket …”

“Yes, baby?”

“Shit, faster, I—” you were interrupted by your own squeal as he gave your cunt a firm slap.

“That’s no way to ask your boyfriend to pleasure you, is it? Try again, princess,” Rocket teased, a shit-eating grin stretching across his face as his chin tilted upward. His ego was inflating before your very eyes and you did nothing to stop it and instead, encouraged it.

“C’mon, baby, whine for me,” he demanded in little whispers that ran in hot breaths beside your ear.

“Rocket, please fuck me, please, I can’t take it anymore,” you begged.

“Oh, okay.” Rocket shrugged, completely feigning innocence with a playful tone. “Since my baby asked so damn nicely …”

After removing his clothes, he loved the feeling of his cock sliding into you at an incredibly slow pace. You saw it in his eyes, the fire in them when you squirmed and gripped the sheets as you stood helpless against the slow straining and stretching of your walls as he sinks into you, so, very slowly …

And when he’s about halfway in, he ruts into you once, head rolling around his shoulders at the very pretty noise you make when he does. The sound alone was almost enough to relieve all the tension in his muscles.

It didn’t take long before he was pounding into you, giving you little to no time to adjust as he took out the day’s frustrations on you.

You moan a lot, almost at every fast thrust and it always sends him so much closer to his release than usual. He’s panting, sweat on sweat as he gently nips at your collarbone.

“Fuck, baby, how are you still so tight?” He asks between grunts, the bed creaking at how vigorous his rutting had been. “It’s like you were made just for me.

“D’you think I was made for you, princess?”

You don’t know how but you know he’s grinning without even looking into his eyes. Your eyes were shut tight so as to prevent him from taking more pride in the fact that had your eyes been open, they would have rolled to the back of your head by now from all the pleasure he was fucking into you.

“Yes, yes, just for you,” you slurred, your brain unable to gather any sort of proper thought as your body grew more limp in his hands.

“Just for me, hm?”

“Oh, fuck—y-yeah!” You screamed as he began to hit a certain spot in you. “Fuck, Rocket!”

“I’m close,” he said, continuing at a merciless pace inside you. “So goddamn perfect for me, princess, fuck!”

His teeth were bared and his claws were probably drawing blood on your hips as he thrusted in and out of you like a piston on high speed. Soon enough, he came, pulling out right on time and letting his load leak onto your mattress.

He does a strangely good job at cleaning up the mess, but hey, once again, you weren’t complaining.

This usually follows with a little reward on how you’d like to come and he does anything you ask him to.

And when you say anything,

You mean anything.

Thank you so much for reading!!

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Temporary Home : Chapter 27

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Seems you might have gotten a little too cocky with your prank, will there be consequences?

Previous Chapter here | Next Chapter Here Or click here to: Start From Beginning

Author’s Note: Oops! Didn't mean for this one to be this long lol. Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 80 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 7,043

Woken up by knocking, you glance at the digital clock on your desk.

Barely 4:30 in the damn morning... and you knew it must be Fury. Well, it wasn't a midnight check-in, but it might as well have been. You mentally cursed yourself for jinxing the situation- sleepily reasoning that if you hadn't made the comment to yourself that one of these days he'd show up at midnight to keep you on your toes, then maybe he wouldn't be so early now.

Begrudgingly, you got up and descended the stairs, having waved Gamora and Kraglin, who the knocking had woken up as well and had emerged from their rooms to see what was going on, back to bed.

You opened the door to a bright and fresh-looking Fury and Agent Hill. Maybe it was that you were still half asleep, but you could have sworn they looked pleased with themselves.

"Where are your charges, Agent?" Fury asked, as if he didn't already have an idea.

"Sleeping," you said flatly, with just enough edge that made it clear you wish you still were too.

"Very well." Fury replied before adding, "Might want to get some shoes on and help Agent Hill with the packages."

"Packages?" you asked. "But you just restocked last week?"

"Different packages. Figured they'd be needing some warmer clothing in the coming months. Just some sweaters and jackets. Figured we'd bring them early just in case- can't be too careful, now."

There was an edge of amusement in his voice that solidified to you that he was doing this on purpose to annoy you, so you didn't bother responding. Just glared shortly before turning to throw on your boots and a jacket.

It was a damp, chilly morning, but not freezing or anything. Just cold enough to make you very much wish you were back in your warm bed instead of going out to bring in packages- apparently by yourself too for as soon as you came back out and Maria opened the van Fury 'suddenly' needed her to look at something. To make matters worse it appeared there was one box for each of the eight Guardians. They were each big enough that you could only manage one at a time, but at least they weren't too heavy.

You carried them all into the kitchen and left them on the floor, and miraculously Fury was only finished with Maria once you carried in the last box. However, he had some disappointing news.

"Sorry Agent, but it appears we were given the wrong boxes. Mix-up back at SHIELD. Gonna need you to load them all back in the van and we'll have to do this again next week."

He had to be kidding.

You glare at Fury for a moment, but obey the order without a word. Sooner this was done and over, sooner you could go back to bed.

Maria made to come help you out, only for Fury to claim he needed her to review something again 'real quick.' To you it was clear they were putting on a show to mess with you, but you didn't know why. Were you being punished for something?

The boxes all now loaded back into the van, you close the hatch and walk over to Fury and Maria, hoping that would be an end to this visit.

"Well, wouldn't you know it- Seems there was a mix up about the mix up." Fury said when you came near.

You just stared at him incredulously. Did he seriously-?

"Yup. That means those were the right boxes! Sorry about that. Guess we better get them unloaded again. Maria can help you out this time."

Not saying a word lest you say something you'd regret, you turn back toward the van, not waiting for Maria, only to be halted by the van having locked when you closed it and needing to wait for her to catch up and unlock it anyways.

Both you and Maria grab a box, but before Maria so much as lifts hers, Fury calls her back over to review some 'intel.'

You were definitely being punished for something. Had to be. But you didn't know what.

All eight boxes having been loaded back into the kitchen you return to Fury and Maria looking quite grumpy. "Anything else?" you ask.

"Nope. Not unless there's anything you need to tell me." Fury answers.

You couldn't read his face to tell if this was a standard check-in question, or if he wanted you to think he knew something and was giving you the chance to come clean with whatever it was.

"No, everything and everyone has been fine," you answer curtly. "Nothing's changed since last week." You didn't know what he might be getting at, but you were too tired and grumpy to acknowledge his game- assuming he was playing one.

"Alright," Fury answers. "We'll be going then." And with that he and Maria started back towards the van, just like that.

You watched them approach the van, and just as Fury was getting in the driver seat he stops and looks at you over the top of the door, still halfway out of the vehicle.

"Oh, Agent, one more thing," he said. "Make sure to keep a good eye on your charges. We wouldn't want any running off and getting lost, would we?"

He didn't wait for a response before fully getting into the van and closing the door to drive away.

You, however, just stood there gobsmacked. Did he-? How did he-? Somehow he must have known about what happened with Mantis the previous day, but how??

You already knew the answer. He knew because he was Fury. Man has eyes everywhere. Probably put a tracker on your car for all you knew.

Well, nothing really for it but to go back to bed, and so you did.

* * *

The rest of that day and the next were pretty uneventful. Each Guardian figured out which box was for them and stored their jumpers away. They each got two jumpers, one black, one grey, and a thicker jacket in a dark blue color that was clearly meant for winter. Two months too early to be useful right now, but you knew Fury knew that.

You also noticed someone even made teeny jumpers for Groot, which were adorable, despite them having been packed in the same large box as all the others. One of the Guardians made comment on it, but you just shook your head and brushed it off, knowing it had been done on purpose to aid in the punishment Fury sprang on you that morning.

Other than that, you spent your time reading, cleaning, and pranking Peter with the remote any chance you got, provided it wasn't during one of the times you handed the remote off to Rocket.

And given that you hadn't seen anymore spiders, all that combined you were relaxed enough and having enough fun that you actually once again forgot about inspecting the tunnel. However, you only realized this around time you were going to bed.

Sure, doing it at night would solve the problem of any nosy eyes peeking about, but you also worried that if Mantis woke up to find you gone again and alerted the others it could cause unnecessary drama, so you better not.

Geeze, keep this up and the whole thing will likely be caved in before you ever got to it...

You resolved to definitely do it the next day. No exceptions.

* * *

About those 'no exceptions...'

It was raining when you woke.

Not just rain, either, but a full on downpour. It hadn't rained this hard since that first night the Guardians came. Hell, it was coming down worse than that night, and it obviously wasn't letting up anytime soon.

Sure, technically you wouldn't get wet inspecting a tunnel considering it had one entrance located in the dry safety of your cellar, but you also found yourself less willing to adhere to your 'no exceptions' plan anyway, justifying it with how the tunnel wasn't going anywhere and how, now that you thought of it, maybe it'd be easier to avoid the others noticing your absence if you started from the woods and worked your way back toward the house.

Under the guise of you going out for a walk, no one would wonder where you disappeared to for so long, and you already knew the door back there needed replaced anyway. You could order those brackets you never bothered to get, build the door, then find a way to get out and do it at night. Not so late that you'd have to worry about any drama or Yondu's annoying habit of somehow knowing when you intend to go out in the middle of the night, but late enough that someone would be less likely to look out the window and see you actively dragging a door into the woods. Or better yet, take it out in smaller pieces and assemble on site.

If you were being honest though, that was all just a bunch of reasoning to justify to yourself that you just didn't feel like doing anything today as you watched the rain pour out the window from your spot at the kitchen table.

Yondu and Rocket were there as well, the three of you finishing your respective breakfasts without saying much.

You were grateful not to have to experience storms like this often, though you did remember a time when you used to love and be comforted by them. Now that comfort was negated by a nagging physical reminder that you often suppressed either with alcohol or ibuprofen, and unfortunately for you, it seems you had let yourself run out of medication. When you went to grab the bottle from the cupboard before sitting down to eat you found the bottle empty, and with a sigh you tossed it in the bin. You must have finished it off at some point without realizing it. A stiff drink would be your next choice, but you felt it would raise concern to be caught breaking out the whiskey first thing in the morning.

Oh well, you'd get through it. It's not like you hadn't had worse.

Contemplating whether you wanted to go back to bed, or to watch TV in the sitting room, you got up to wash your cereal bowl.

Rocket watched as you got up, and noticed how stiff you appeared when you stood. He hadn't been expecting it, and his memory momentarily flashed back to the morning he saw those scars. Could you- well it could make sense... nah. He was being stupid. Overthinking it.

But-? Come to think of it, you did appear a little stiff when you'd went to sit too... Could that mean-? Nah. Again, overthinking it.

None of you brought attention to said stiffness as you rose, but Rocket did raise his eyebrow and tossed a glance over at Yondu as these thoughts ran through his head, and he simply nodded. They had shared an unspoken conversation. A theory had been hypothesized, and then proclaimed to be true despite any actual evidence other than what the two of them had witnessed during their time with you. Could have been projection on their part, but the pieces did fit a little too perfectly with the aid of hindsight.

Little did you know, Rocket was in a similar boat as you, though he'd never just come out and say it. That might involve feelings, people feeling bad for him, and he wasn't about that crap. Instead, he'd just self-medicate or suffer in silence. Well, aside from irritable grumblings.

The only other one who seemed to have any idea what it was like for him was Yondu, though to a lesser extent. Neither of them ever really had a conversation about it- not out of any sort of shame or anything, they just didn't need to. From experience, they both knew what metal does in a mammalian body, and an unspoken understanding formed between them about their respective situations.

They could also theorize now, with the aid of hindsight, that you likely had some in yours, too.

* * *

Opting to watch something on TV you now sat curled on the sofa wrapped in both a cardigan and a throw blanket as you surfed through Netflix. It wasn't actually that cold to need both, but the extra warmth did help you feel better.

After a bit Mantis came in and flopped on the sofa next to you, happily asking if you wanted to join her, Drax, and Groot in a game they learned from the TV called "duck, duck, goose."

"Will you play!? It looked like so much fun!"

While admittedly you believed it would be amusing to see someone as large as Drax play said children's game, you weren't up to all the up and down and running about it would entail, and so you declined.

Mantis looked disappointed at first, and like she might try to persuade you, when Yondu spoke up from the table in the back where he had been playing cards with Kraglin and Rocket.

"Hey, Bug. Go see if Peter will play with ya. I think I remember him trying to get some of the crew to play a game called something like that with him when he was a boy."

Mantis immediately stopped looking disappointed and happily took Yondu's suggestion, quickly darting off to find Peter.

With Mantis gone and your brain now filled with images of big, scary-looking space pirates playing children's games, you had to ask. "Did they ever do it? Play with him, I mean?"

Yondu grinned slightly, and looked down at his cards. "Never when they knew I was watchin', but a couple of them used to, on occasion."

You saw him briefly glance at Kraglin, and though Kraglin was facing away from you, you could tell he had just become very interested in the wood grain on the table.

* * *

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because you woke up gritting your teeth in pain to an apologetic Peter who, for whatever ungodly reason, was sitting in your lap.

"OwOW-Ow! Motherfucker, get the fuck off!" You cry out, laced with more expletives as you pushed him off of you.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm sorry!" Peter exclaimed as he nearly fell on his ass off the sofa, now very worried that he had injured you seeing as you were now rubbing at your hip and had turned your face into the back of the sofa. "Shit- please don't tell me I made you dislocate something else!"

He reached towards you, and as if you could sense it you barked at him, "Do not touch me. I'm fine."

"Oh, like I'm gonna believe that- That's what you said last time too," he said, referring to the time when you dislocated your elbow- of which he still felt guilty for.

Pain finally starting to subside you now glared at him, "I'm fine- you just mostly startled me," you lied, angrily, "but what the fuck do you think you were doing?"

You could see now that others had heard the commotion and came to see what was going on. Mantis was half hiding behind a confused Drax with Groot on her shoulder, and Gamora had just peeked around the sitting room door looking concerned. Behind you, out of your eyeshot, you had the other three's attention as well. Yondu watched on all frowny, while Kraglin and Rocket were still processing what idiocy must have just taken place.

All at once, Peter, Mantis and Drax began talking. So did Groot, but you couldn't understand him. Eventually you were able to piece together that apparently their Duck Duck Goose game had changed into a game of hide and seek tag, and someone, for whatever dumb reason, had declared you the safe space, and for whatever dumber reason, Peter thought it'd actually be funny to plop into your lap as he declared himself safe.

When they finally finished rambling you just blinked at them, unsure what to say. Mostly you just wanted them to go back to leaving you alone, so you decided to use what some might call 'Mom Voice™,' and scolded them. "I could have sworn I said at least once not to be running in the house-"

"I am Groot," Groot interrupted.

You blinked and raised an eyebrow, not expecting to be cut off.

"Um, he says that you only said not to run in the kitchen... and we never did run in the kitchen..." Mantis translated shyly.

Your eyes narrowed, and you genuinely had to catch yourself before you told them off to their rooms before immediately feeling silly for nearly sending three adults to their rooms like they were children, so you settled again for 'Mom Voice™: Version-Scary' and said, "You all better go find something else to do quietly that doesn't involve jumping on top of me."

Getting the hint that a great fuck-up was made, the four of them scattered, and you could hear Gamora giving Peter further scolding as he exited the sitting room.

With them gone you turned, stiffly, to face forward on the sofa and glanced out the window to see that the storm was still coming down pretty good. You rest your head back with a sigh, rubbing your hip some more before tossing off the blanket and scooting to the edge of the sofa so that you might get up. Maybe retire to your room where you could properly lie down and read or something- assuming the stairs wouldn't give you too much trouble.

With a deep breath you make a move to stand, but abort mission partway up and sit yourself back down.

You try again, with the same result.

Alright. Annoying, but you genuinely knew you were fine. Just need a minute for the ache to subside from Peter jumping on you, is all. Just a minor setback. Next time you'd remember to stock up on pain medicine. You didn't know what had gotten into yourself to just run out like that. However, now that it was on your mind, what better time than now to take out your phone and place an order for some more.

Better to pace yourself anyway, you told yourself as you opened the shopping app. Better that than push too hard and wind up limping out of the room, as that was bound to result in pointless comments or worrying from others. In the meantime you'd just sit and watch the rain. Breathe through it. You'd been through much worse- so you should be up in no time.

Wasn't long until Yondu appeared beside the sofa, Kraglin and Rocket at his side. "Look like you could use a drink," he said lightheartedly.

You stare at him a moment and then nod. Damn right you could. "I'll catch up," you respond. "I think there's an opened bottle already in the fridge." Sure, it was still early, but you didn't care anymore, and at least you wouldn't be drinking alone. Perfect excuse.

Yondu communicates to Kraglin through a slight motion of his head, and Kraglin responds with an equally slight nod before heading off toward the kitchen saying, "I can get us some glasses down then." Rocket, who understood the same message, followed behind with a quip about how he bet he'd be able to outdrink you.

Once they were gone Yondu moves to stand in front of you. Not directly in front, but sort of toward the side. One might describe it as blocking the view of where you were sat on the sofa from the doorway. He wouldn't describe it that way- but someone might.

Giving him a quick glance, you repeat, "I'll catch up, go ahead."

Yondu doesn't speak, just holds out his hand.

You glance at his outstretched hand, then up at him, then back down into your lap again. His expression had been blank, and you didn't know why he was still there, offering out his hand. There was no way he could know, but why else would he offer? Was he making fun of you? No, you're just being paranoid. His lack of expression also seemed to point that his intention wasn't to mock, but you were still reluctant to accept his offer. You didn't need it. Never needed help getting up before, saw no reason why you'd need it now.

Trying again, softer, yet more forcefully than before, "No, really. I'll catch up."

Yondu simply cleared his throat.

You glance back up at his face, seeing his expression was still blank, with maybe just a hint of, 'Let's not make this harder than it needs to be.' You sigh, able to tell, for whatever reason, that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

So, with a quick glance around him to make sure no one was looking, you took his hand.

* * *

The next day was much better. The storm had started letting up sometime after you started drinks with the guys, and by that night you were feeling much better.

Better enough that the next day you woke up ready for some well deserved mischief.

The day before you hadn't gotten much use from the prank remote, both due to having slid it to Rocket the previous night and the whole weather related crankiness thing. But, Rocket had gotten it back to you this morning and you set to use it the first chance you got.

You walked into the sitting room where Peter was already watching TV with Kraglin. You would have winked at Rocket as you walked in, but he had his nose buried in some manual over at the table. (And if you knew him better, that alone would probably leave you worried about just what he was intending to tear apart.)

Glancing over the bookshelf you pretended to be busy looking for something to read for a few moments before clicking the button on the prank remote to mute the TV.

Peter groaned immediately. "Seriously?? This again??"

You unmute it.

Peter wasn't done complaining. "I seriously think your TV is broken, Agent."

Feigning disinterest, you respond, "I don't know what to tell you, it always works fine when I'm watching." You put on a show of pulling down a book, pretending to mull it over, and placing it back to sell your indecisiveness as Peter grumbled and returned to watching his show.

And then you hit the button to shut the TV off.

Smacking noises could be heard and a glance confirmed that Peter was smacking the remote thinking perhaps that was the cause.

In your best annoyed tone you scold him, returning your gaze to the books. "Dude, don't abuse the controllers. Maybe that's why you can never get it to work."

Peter protested. "I swear it's not me! That's literally the first time I've hit it!" That was a lie, but still, he wasn't wrong about the issue not being him, even if he didn't fully know it. "Maybe there's a loose wire or something!"

"Did you try changing the batteries, Quill? You always forget the batteries." Rocket chimed in, also feigning annoyance with his friend.

Sounding slightly defeated, Peter turns to you and asks if you have any spare batteries he could try.

"Sure, there's some in that drawer over there," you say, gesturing to a short chest of drawers by the window.

There was the sound of the remote being placed on the coffee table and then Peter stood up to get the batteries. He barely takes one step when the TV turns back on.

"What the hell???" Peter exclaimed.

"See, it's working now," you say, opening a book you had just pulled from the shelf. "Maybe it wasn't the batteries after all."

"I already took the batteries out!"

"Oh-" You look to see the remote in his hand and then glance over to see the batteries on the table. Well shit. You should have been paying more attention. "Weird." Glancing at Rocket, you see that he is now paying extra attention to that manual. He barely looks up at you, clearly realizing you fucked up a bit. You glance back at Peter and put on your best confused face. "Put them back in, I guess? Maybe you were right about a loose wire?"

Peter's eyes narrow. "What do you have in your hand?"

Brushing it off, you scoff, "A book?" and snap the book shut for emphasis. However, you knew full well he must have caught a glimpse of the tiny remote in your hand that you were hiding behind said book.

"No- you have something else! Have you been pranking me this whole time!?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Show me your hands."

"Excuse me?" You lower the book to your right side, not breaking eye contact.

"Show me your hands," he said again, fully facing you with his arms crossed. The sofa still separated the two of you and while Peter was now standing, Kraglin remained sitting, watching back and forth between the two of you like a tennis match.

"Ugh, fine." Rolling your eyes, you hold up both hands, still holding the book. "See," you pass the book between your hands to show him each hand was empty one at a time before once again lowering the book to your side, this time on the left, "Nothing in my hands- other than this book. Happy?"

Peter eyed you suspiciously.

"You done now?"

"Hand me the book."

"What?"

"I said, hand me the book," he repeated, taking a moment to discard the remote onto the table next to it's batteries to free up his hands.

Laughing, you oblige. "You're ridiculous- here."

Peter accepted the book, and looked it over, not fully sure what he was looking for. Finding nothing, he handed it back. "I know this has got to be you somehow."

"Why? Literally what have I done? I'm just looking at books."

Rocket spoke up. "Hate to agree with the Agent, but you're looking real paranoid right now, Quill." He definitely wasn't helping you- he was just... protecting his investment. If you messed this up then the whole prank was over and then a perfectly good device would be wasted. Well, at least until he tore it apart to make something else, anyway.

"Do not!" Peter protested.

"Do so. Now keep it down, some of us are trying to read here."

Peter waved his hand at Rocket dismissively and returned his attention to you. "Fess up, and I might go easy on you."

Well that didn't sound good. You had no idea what he might mean, though you suspected he was declaring another prank war. Regardless, you needed to play it off. You scoffed, "Go easy on me?? You must be joking. I didn't do anything!"

"Fine, if that's true, you'll have no problem letting me search your pockets." Peter retorted with a smirk.

"What? No. I'm not gonna let you search me!" You reply, playing up your offended act.

"Aha! So you admit it!"

"There's nothing to admit!"

"I know this has got to be you!"

"Why do you assume it's got to be me? Kraglin's the one always around when it happens!"

Kraglin was momentarily offended and started to express so, before a sudden silence fell on the room. Peter's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but grin. At the table behind you, Rocket internally groaned but retained his outward appearance of not being invested in what was going on.

You had fucked up.

"Ohhhh" Peter said with a cocky grin. "Tell me, how exactly do you know that Kraglin is around every time it happens."

"Well- I... he-"

"Gotcha!" Peter exclaimed, and started around the sofa towards you.

You immediately took off in the other direction, and in short order the two of you were still separated by the sofa, but each now at opposite arms.

Rocket made a show of looking annoyed and choosing to leave the room just as Peter went to chase you back around the sofa the way you came so you wouldn't be able to run out of the room, and you took this as a chance to drop the remote. You had to time it just right, and hope that Rocket was paying enough attention and cared enough about his creation to snatch it before anyone saw.

You ever so briefly lock eyes with Rocket whilw he was trying to avoid getting stepped on as he was leaving just as you rounded back around to stand again at the opposite sofa arm as Peter, only this time the two of you had more or less switched sides. You held the remote behind you and felt Rocket sneakily snatch it out of your hand as he walked past toward the door.

Not a moment too soon either, because just as Rocket was leaving Peter lunged around the sofa for you again, corralling you once again toward the back side, only this time you didn't stop there.

Just as you were about to round to the front of said sofa yet again, Peter said to Kraglin, "Quick, grab her Krags!" and Kraglin happily obliged, standing just quick enough to block you, but not steadily enough to catch you properly. He did catch you, but the two of you almost ended up on the floor when you half-tripped over him before he finally got a good grip on you.

Fuck.

"Peter, listen-"

"Nope." He returned to the front and helped Kraglin wrestle you face down onto the sofa where they both sat on you to hold you in place, Peter on your lower back and Kraglin on your legs, all while you protested with profanities. Once they had you more or less settled and a quick pat-down didn't reveal anything Peter spoke again. "Ready to come clean?"

"Oh, fuck off!"

"Suit yourself." Peter started gently poking at your sides and ribs. "One last chance..."

"Get off!" you scolded, holding back your giggles and still trying in vain to squirm out from underneath them. You should have guessed he would default to that kind of childish tactic. "That's not going to work!" you scold him.

"Hmm... So you do admit there's something to get out of you." Peter grinned. "That's alright. I've got time." And with that he started to properly tickle you.

You fought against the urge to laugh, all while attempting to smack at Peter, throw him off, and scold profanities at him all at once.

Kraglin, who you would had practically forgotten was still sitting on your legs had it not been for the lack of ability to move them, just huffed a laugh out his nose and shook his head at Peter's childish antics, of which he wasn't going to attempt to stop considering you tried to frame him for whatever it was you had been doing with the TV.

For that reason, now that he thought of it, why shouldn't he join in the fun? He could easily reach your feet, and you couldn't possibly kick him now like you did the last time...

"Hey Agent, remember back when you found it so funny how me and Rocket got tangled in that hose? And how you couldn't quit laughing every time you saw me- so I fixed to give you something to laugh about, but then you kicked me something fierce?"

You barely registered any of what he said, too busy fighting off Peter and failing. So, when he reached down and scratched at the bottoms of your feet with such a gentleness that you would never have expected from the man, it actually managed to finally startle a laugh out of you, and from there you were unable to hold back anymore laughter as the pair tortured you for the crimes you wouldn't admit to.

Seconds later Yondu walked into the sitting room, looked upon the scene, and raised an eyebrow. "Do I wanna know?"

Peter briefly paused, as did Kraglin, and told him of your crimes. "She's been pranking me the whole time with the TV! I don't know how, but I know it's been her! Figured a little... 'gentle persuasion,' would get her to talk."

"And she tried to frame me for it" Kraglin added.

They then resumed tickling you right as you began protesting your innocence and stating their lack of proof.

"Ah..." Yondu said with a slight nod of his head. Now, he could have scolded Peter about it being bad form to resort to torture without proof of a crime- yada yada... but honestly, Quill probably learned that behavior from him. So he opted to not get involved. Also, he, of course, already knew you were guilty as hell and probably had this coming. So, instead, he just continued on with what he came in there to do. He picked up the game controller from the table to surf Netflix, and only bothered putting the batteries back in the the other remote once he realized he was probably going to need to turn up the volume.

Just as Yondu ignored the happenings on the sofa, Peter and Kraglin ignored his presence as well, and went about their business tormenting you.

"Ready to confess and say sorry yet?" Peter questioned, once again pausing his torture for a moment along with Kraglin.

"Get off and go to hell-haHA!" you replied, the end of your sentence punctuated by laughter as Peter resumed tickling.

Kraglin found that what Yondu put on the TV held his interest more than tormenting you, so he took a break- lounging back to watch the program while remaining on top of your legs to hold you in place.

"Shame," Peter said in mock disappointment, "This can all be over if you just admit what you did and apologize..."

"I did nothing you lihittle shit!! Get off me!" you scold through your laughter. You weren't going to give in, and he should've guessed that. You had told him before that you were trained against torture, after all.

Peter dramatically sighed and continued, this time moving his hands up your sides to attack your armpits.

Immediately clamping your arms to your sides, you shriek, though it was muffled into the sofa cushion where your face had fallen now that your arms were no longer propping you up, and you let out a string of sounds through your heavy laughter. "NOTTHERE!NOTTHERE!GETOFF!!AHHH!!!"

"How is this not fair?" Peter said mischievously as he moved his fingers back down your sides, his goal being to not linger in one place for too long so hopefully you couldn't get used to a sensation. "I told you the rules. Fess up and apologize, and I'll stop."

Yondu chuckled from his armchair and spoke up, unable to resist. "I don't think she said 'not fair,' boy." He grinned wider, remembering back when he had teased you about being vulnerable to torture. Seems you were proving him right. "Pretty sure she said 'not there.'"

"Ohhhh!" Peter said gleefully. "Well in that case, I think that's exactly where I need to focus!"

Of course, him returning his hands to your underarms caused you to let out another scream, only for it to be cut off by Peter playfully shoving your face back into the cushion to once again muffle it. Kraglin found his interest in the mischief renewed with your screams and decided to join back in, which of course only made you shriek more with the unexpectedness of his touch.

Yondu just turned up the volume on the television to drown out your squeals- that rat bastard.

When you could think more clearly you were going to get them all back for this. For now, though, all you could do was struggle uselessly under your attackers and shriek with laughter. The ticklish feeling under your arms was nearly unbearable, and having your feet tickled at the same time just made your situation all the more maddening.

But you knew they would learn sooner or later -hopefully sooner- that you weren't one to give in or beg for mercy. Never had been. You knew better. Give in once, that would only tell your enemy that they found an effective way to get what they wanted out of you in the future.

Sure, this wasn't actually as serious as being in the field, where being captured and tortured for information generally had never (in your memory) included tickling, but still, good principle to stand by considering how your housemates acted like overgrown children.

Outside the sitting room, Rocket sighed and stood. He had taken up residence on one of the steps to listen-in out of curiosity. See if you'd talk. Crack under the pressure. See if you'd spill the beans, or even try to rat him out to either save yourself or take him down with you.

So far he was actually impressed that you hadn't talked, given how you were carrying on. Not bad, for a Terran.

However, once he heard your laughter turn to screams he figured maybe he better go find Gamora to call Peter off before he tickled you insane.

Not because he felt he owed you a favor because he felt guilty for the previous day or anything. How was he supposed to know that you would have needed the pain medication? Right, he couldn't have. Sure, he was at fault for not realizing he put the bottle back empty after he took some of it to relieve his own weather-induced pain, but how was he supposed to know you'd need it? That's your fault for not telling anyone that you very likely had some sort of hardware in your body. ...Right? Right. So he totally wasn't doing you a solid out of guilt or anything.

So... why was he doing it? Because, shut up. That's why.

He thought he remembered seeing Gamora go outside with Mantis, and he was right, spotting them almost as soon as he opened the back door.

"Hey, might wanna go save the Agent from Peter," he called out nonchalantly, walking toward the shed.

Gamora raised an eyebrow and walked closer to him. "What?"

He continued towards the shed, replying over his shoulder. "Yeah, they got into it over something or other. Now he and Kraglin got her pinned to the couch." He opened the shed door and shrugged. "Figured you might wanna break it up before they kill her or something. Up to you though, not my problem," he said just before entering the shed.

Gamora and Mantis shared a look of alarm before rushing inside, which was quickly replaced by relief to see that you were only being tickled, and not, as Rocket had implied, engaged in a fight with Peter and Kraglin.

"Alright, break it up." Gamora said in a commanding voice that one could perhaps find laced with a bit of relieved humor if one listened very carefully. She remained standing inside the doorway, hands on her hips. Mantis stood slightly behind her, looking both curious and amused.

Peter halted his actions and turned toward her, looking disappointed. "But she-"

"Don't care. I'm finishing it."

With a dramatic sigh Peter dismounted you, as did Kraglin- who simply stood and moved his butt over to the other armchair and continued watching the TV with Yondu like nothing happened.

"Kill-joy," Peter muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing!" Peter turned back to you as you pulled yourself into a sitting position to catch your breath, your cheeks still pink from laughter and residual giggles still escaping your throat. "This isn't over," he said, "I know you did it someh-"

Gamora cleared her throat. "I said, break it up."

"Let it go, boy. Ain't like you ain't pranked her tons of times before." Yondu chimed in, mostly not wanting to deal with the start of yet another prank war between the two of you. Surely that was enough revenge for a simple prank.

You smirked slightly at Peter, causing him to frown. You clearly felt like you had gotten away with it, and Peter clearly felt injusticed that you might.

"But we were in a truce!" Peter whined in Yondu's direction.

Damn. Yondu couldn't argue with that. Bad form to walk back on a truce- and he knew Quill would likely site him as the one who taught him something about that. Not that he'd ever admit to it. Of course the boy would only listen when it could come back to bite him in the ass. Yondu looked at Peter, then at you, and then back at Peter. He sighed- it was the only thing he could really do- before finally waving his hand in a dismissive gesture and saying, "Whatever. Just make sure ya don't annoy me."

Peter pumped his fist with a cheer while you and Gamora gave Yondu similar but separate looks of surprise.

Had Yondu seriously just given Peter permission to get revenge against you? Because it sure as hell sounded like it. What happened to 'If there's one thing we don't need it's you and Quill startin' another prank war! It always ends in trouble'?

Gamora looked like she wanted to say something, but opted instead for just rolling her eyes and pulling Peter out of the room. Just before exiting the doorway he turned and did the 'I'm watching you' signal, while you sat there, still dumbfounded from Yondu's apparent sign off on Peter's future shenanigans and the fact that you were all, apparently, abiding by schoolyard rules.

"Ya done it now," Kraglin warned nonchalantly, continuing to watch TV like nothing had happened.

"Yup." Yondu agreed, leaning further back into his chair.

"Ya ain't supposed to go back on a truce." Kraglin added, shaking his head gently, barely bothering to glance at you.

"Nope," Yondu agreed again, resting his arms behind his head casually.

Kraglin knew Yondu well enough to know that he hadn't technically given Pete permission for anything, not that Peter would have waited for or even wanted it anyway. What he had done though, was stated that he wasn't going to get involved or stop whatever Peter might decide to do. Truce was a truce, and while Yondu wouldn't want to deal with the likely scenario of being in the crossfire of any potential new prank wars, (as Peter was wont to do), he wasn't about to deny a man his revenge justice for a broken truce. And seeing as you tried to frame Kraglin for that prank, Kraglin wasn't going to get involved or try to save you either.

Kraglin looked over at Yondu as he stood. "Think I'm gonna make some popcorn, ya want some?"

Yondu gestured that he wouldn't mind some popcorn and Kraglin left to fetch them some from the kitchen.

You continued to sit on the sofa, wondering how exactly you, an Agent of SHIELD, had managed to get yourself involved in a prank war for a third time- or was it fourth? You had lost count.

Well, you supposed you better sleep with one eye open tonight.

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