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sweetaliencheeks · 11 months

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THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

As I stood up from the bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror and ran a limp hand across my the right side of my face. My cheeks were bright red and softly framed by unruly hair that stuck slightly to my forehead, although it was never too hot in Knowhere, it certainly had been hot enough in that room to make me sweat. I stretched out my arms before throwing my t-shirt on, watching as it slid off my shoulder. I pulled it down a little, trying to cover my thighs as much as I could. But even with my clothes now on, I was exposed. My hair was messy, my clothes were wrinkly, and my face was bare, so there was nothing shielding me from his gaze. And maybe that’s why, despite the lack of any possible embellishment and filters, I felt so beautiful. I felt beautiful beneath that gaze, I felt confident and loved, and like nothing could ever get to me. I shifted my stare from myself to the back of the room and smiled at Rocket as he turned around on his chair to face me.

“What are you looking at?” I half laughed, roaming through the bed covers, trying to find the hair tie I once had.

“Nothin’” he replied with a soft sigh. I rolled my eyes before turning my back on my him and carrying on with my search.

“Nothing?” I asked, mimicking his accent.

“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at ya” he replied with a snort. Of course he was allowed, all I wanted was to feel the sweet warmth of his eyes on my body. Not that I’d ever tell him, or that I’d ever let him do so without a little fighting back.

“You’ve looked at me plenty last night” finally giving up on tying my hair, I tried the best I could to comb it out with my fingers, bent over awkwardly in front of the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder. He was still sitting at his desk, going over plans and reading blueprints because after all, we did have to build shelter for all the animals he had rescued. I was startled when music started to play as Rocket plugged in the Zune. I turned around, flashing an upside down smile at the sight of his glasses, I was never going to get used to the fact that he had to wear them.

“That ain’t enough” a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as he extended his hand towards me in a soft motion “Come ‘ere”

“Yes, sir” of course I obliged and walked slowly over to where he was, grabbing his hand the moment I could. He tugged on it to pull me closer and looked up at me, bright eyes analysing every single detail of my face, and then proceeded to kick off his boots and climb on top of his desk. His eyes never left mine as he squeezed my hand and carefully set it on his shoulder, and his hands crept up my hips and settled around my waist. A mix between surprise and pleasure caused a faint gasp to escape my mouth “What are you doing?”

“Dancin’” in my shock and surprise, all I could muster at his answer was a chuckle. I pulled him closer. The situation might have been completely unusual and out of character, but it made every single bit of my body heat up with giddiness.

“Dancing? I thought you only danced on special occasions” steadily, we began to move and falling in step, letting the slow rhythm control our movements. Everything around us had simply vanished. All the noise and people around us dissolved. I could no longer hear the other people in the building or the noises of the everyday life on the streets. There was nothing beside he and I, alone. His brown eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his sweet face.

“Yeah, this ain’t special enough for ya?” he taunted, nodding at the where his hands were set on my waist. I laughed. Uncontrollable waves of heavy feelings surged through my whole body, and my fingers tingled in delight. My hand brushed across his cheek and he grinned, flashing me with a whole set of pointy teeth. I had known and loved Rocket for as long as I could remember my own existence, it was rooted in my soul and in my bones, and I would follow him to lengths he couldn’t even imagine. I loved him on his rainy days, when all he gave me were storms and all I heard was thunder, I loved him on days when I wasn’t even sure that I could love myself. I was his through everything the universe threw at us and now that he was someone else, I was getting to know him again and learning how to love him the way he was now that he finally got to be himself. And it was like falling in love all over again just as easily as I did the first time.

“I mean, as long as I’m with you, I guess” I drew him closer to my chest, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. A jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. My body was acting on its own as we kept moving, it was like there were no chains and no shame to hold me back from this pure paradise.

“Do ya wanna make it special?” again, he looked up at me. His voice was airy and raspy, and my stomach was aching and my head was spinning. It was almost intoxicating to be in that moment.

“Are you proposing?” I chortled at my own question “This is good enough for me, you know?” I added, before planting a small kiss on his forehead. He laid his head on my chest, and we continued to dance, completely lost in the music that I never wanted to stop.

“Proposing? Yeah, right. Keep dreamin’” he snickered softly against my sternum before pulling away just enough to wipe the stray hairs away from my face, the warmth of his gaze seemed to penetrate my skin “But I do love ya”

“Oh, you’re gonna drop it just like that?” my breath was hitched in my throat, heart drumming so loud in my ears that I could barely hear the music. Rocket buried his face on my neck “Do you mean it?”

“Nah, just said it to make ya happy” he mumbled, I could feel his hot breath and his lips moving on my neck as he spoke. I playfully rolled my eyes and pressed my cheek against the top of his head, a moment of truly crushing happiness.

“You do know how to be romantic” my lips were on his ear as I whispered ever so softly.

“Shut up” he brought his head up from underneath my hair and opened his eyes before removing his glasses and folding them neatly to set them aside. He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his muzzle against my cheek, and I lifted my hand to brush it against his face. I loved him so dearly that no words could ever express it, so I decided that it was the moment to use my actions instead. I planted my lips on his and wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and he held me tighter as the kiss continued. We kissed once, and twice, and again. Rocket and I were different songs, we had always been. He sounded like the blues we had been dancing to and he sounded like a funky 80s song, he was an acquired taste and he was misunderstood, but he was unique. On the other hand, I was pop and country. I was easy on the ears but I was sweetly broken, a ghost of kindness that people never listened to deeper than what was in front of them. But I had so much more to offer. And I understood Rocket, and he took all that I had to give. And quite frankly, it didn’t really matter what kind of music we were or what music we listened to, or that we had been dancing to static for a while, because he was the only song I needed to keep dancing.

So I wrote this based on the request by the lovely @radanian & I once again, made it longer than it had to be… But I hope it’s as you expected it would be and I hope you all enjoy it 🤍 I’m a dancer, but only when I’m drunk or with people I’m really comfortable with (although those are two VERY different dance styles lmao), I think it’s important for us to know that there is a dancer in everyone, we just gotta give them the time to heal and let them out. The song here is “It’s Been a Long, along Time” by Harry James & His Orchestra.

I’m also tagging @cosmic-lavender because you were quite excited to read it, so I hope you like it, too 🤍

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve got loads of stuff in my drafts and have been writing non stop for days now, I’m very excited to share it all with you! I love you all and remember that you matter, and that I am forever grateful to every single one of you for all the likes, reblogs, comments and messages. You’re the best x

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 1 year

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can you imagine how pissed yondu would have been if he'd seen peter pull that stunt at the end of gotg3? he picked up a freezing and dying peter in space in gotg1. he died frozen in space saving peter in gotg2. and in gotg3 peter freezes and nearly dies, in space, because he went back for the zune yondu had given him??

sure he went back because he wanted to give rocket the zune - not for the zune in and of itself, but I bet yondu would have been so mad about it

#gotg3 #guardians of the galaxy vol.3 #guardians of the galaxy vol.3 spoilers #gotg3 spoilers #yondu udonta #peter quill #rocket racoon #yondad

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dominaelumine · 2 months

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some random star trek au notes

tandy is definitely part of the science department. she could easily fit into the command track (gold) or security (red) but she likes to stay under the radar and studying alien plants is the best way to do that!!

why does she want to stay under the radar? well, she's not entirely human and she doesn't want to disclose that. tandy's father is a loa, a secretive ancient species with only a few members left. I'm imagining a kind of ego-from-gotg2 kind of situation, aka; being of ridiculous power fathers child with human woman for malicious and manipulative reasons

inevitably this causes some problems and eventually comes out but hey-

getting into starfleet has basically been tandy's sole goal since childhood (because her life on earth sucks ASS-) and she didn't really care what she had to do to get in. extra credit work? stealing money to fund extracurriculars? stealing the test answers? sleeping with the professors? you got it!

as such tandy has a great fear of losing what she has, and kind of overworks herself to try to compensate for that. though she is very bubbly and friendly with everyone she doesn't know how to actually get close to anyone and so is somewhat lonely on the ship

but she's in space! and she loves her job. just don't ask her too many questions about herself

#au.#writing.#// in a very st mood at the moment

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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Rocket raccoon could have just been a joke but Gunn took a talking raccoon and gave him genuine pathos. His feeling matters and it's clear from the framing how cruel it is to dehumanize him. Can't imagine how some of the other creators now would treat him

OMG imagine Rocket directed by Taika 🤦‍♀️🤢

He's such an interesting character, he's got many scenes in which he's mean and cold, others where he's a softie, he's super funny and his relationship with Groot is beautiful.

I especially love that moment in GoTG2 when Quill, Gamora and Drax are leaving and Rocket is on the side fixing the ship like he doesn't care but you just know he's sad to see them go.

Scenes like this...

... are a wonderful glimpse into how he feels about himself.

And in the end of GoTG2 we get another:

And of course this argument with Yondu:

But of course he has a few moments where he's way too cruel, although personally I think that's yet another glimpse at how he was treated right after "being made".

I love this parallel too 👇

That's one of those moments when Rocket is super angry and he takes it out in the cruelest of ways, but even that scene is framed as him being wrong and just lashing out, and in the end Drax doesn't even care about it or remember it, he comforts him anyway after the death of Groot.

This is why I get upset when people compare Phase 4 with the Guardians of the Galaxy movies. The GoTG films have SO MUCH HEART, they're the perfect mix of funny and emotional. Phase 4 can only dream of being anywhere near them.

I know Gunn has said Rocket is his favourite Guardian and the 3rd movie is going to focus on him so we'll see. I just hope he'll make it out alive 😥

#Rocket #Guardians of the Galaxy #gotg #James Gunn my beloved

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paragonrising · 1 year

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@americashielded (you brought up good points that spurred many thoughts so I thought I would tag you in my more thought out response)

This was all too much to put in tags so forgive me XD I cannot speak for various other characters who have unfortunately bore the burden of being exposed to the vacuum of space, but Carol in particular has a few things that protect her and I think take the edge off of the cold, lifeless void of the stars.

First and foremost, she has her Starforce suit/uniform. It’s shown to be quite resilient and advanced enough to allow for effortless travel underwater, though we do not see if the suit itself can allow for propulsion in space. As afterwards, if she is flying in space on her own accord, it’s with her powers. The suit can even summon a barrier that keeps Carol from drowning. Depending on how it is designed, one can presume performs it has the same sort of functions in space, only it shields her from radiation, sun exposure, sheer cold, sheer heat… having the oxygen sucked out of her lungs…Though maybe in water or planet-side, that barrier may also function as a filter to ensure she has air.

Not sure what it would do on a planet lacking oxygen… rip.

That’s not an option in space, so that would be a real concern for her if she didn’t have her powers to back her up. She could maybe have a sort of oxygenator built into the suit, but realistically (which is hilarious considering what this suit can apparently already do) that sort of equipment would be bulkier than her outfit allows.

Temperature wise, I think without her powers she is keenly aware of dramatic variables. The suit might protect her from the worst of it, but I imagine it’s perhaps like the combat suits in Mass Effect series. It shields you against the environment for the most part but long enough exposure becomes a real concern as the suit can no longer properly stave off the effects of -50 degrees Celsius and poor Carol is about to suffer the effects of hypothermia.

In Mass Effect it also did not stop anyone from being cold, it just made it so they don’t immediately die from it (or extreme heat, etc.).

As we’ve seen with Loki, Thor, Yondu, Quill, Gamora, and Ebony Maw, people’s reactions to space differ greatly depending on their species and cybernetic upgrades. Ebony Maw died the quickest, meaning he has the same sort of base resilience to space as humanity does—which is, uh, none. Gamora had cybernetics that helped her but we could see the effect happening to her, most notably ice forming. Quill, we saw more human reaction; his eyes became bloodshot, he paled, I think his lips darkened (but that could have been lighting effects), which is indicative of exposure to cold, and he probably nearly died.

Yondu actually did quite well from what I remember, but I’ve only seen GoTG2 once…? So I’ll have to rewatch it. I also won’t claim to know his species either, however, he probably has some cybernetic upgrades which we know from Gamora can help against space, and he’s obviously not human nor whatever Maw is.

Thor did amazing, but interestingly there were implications that a star’s energy was more dangerous to him than space. I imagine eventually he would have perished, but who knows when.

Loki is the reigning champion of falling through space without dying or becoming severely injured by it.

Carol is in that awkward middle ground. She was human until Yon-Rogg gave her the blood transfusion of the century and turned her into a Kree-Hybrid. I personally headcanon the entire process was much more than just a transfusion. But, that still leaves the question of how resilient are Kree to space? And do her powers play a role in her resilience even passively?

We get to see Carol face off (albeit briefly) against space towards the end of the Captain Marvel movie. She drops out of the science vessel, clinging to Yon-Rogg’s fighter. She doesn’t have her powers active at that moment, and you see the suit after a few seconds activate that barrier and protect her from exposure.

And then, presumably protect from re-entry. Which is… hot. In the worst ways imaginable. So just on that basis alone, her suit has to protect her reasonably well from numerous extreme elements.

Her binary form I believe offers a sort of invulnerability that makes it so she doesn’t feel the elements, or the hazards of space at all (especially considering she can move fast enough to make jumps in space). Also somehow provides her with oxygen. Very convenient. I haven’t quite decided how long she can use her powers before that sort of becomes a concern, but I don’t care for the idea that it would be endless. Cosmic energy doesn’t create air.

Generally, I work on that invulnerability making her immune to environments that would otherwise give people problems. If she’s not actively engaging her binary form, I write that differing temperatures and environments do get to her. If she’s on a planet that’s very hot for example, and she comes back to Earth (notably in the northern hemisphere), she feels chilly and will dress to keep herself warmer. Her suit makes her able to withstand hazards for longer, but it’s not perfect. If she were dressed as a civilian, for planet-side hazards, I would say she’s on Steve’s level of withstanding things unless it’s energy/electrical based. She would handle that better simply because part of her abilities revolve around energy absorption and natural deflection.

In space… I mean she’d die eventually. She doesn’t have any cybernetics, so I would say she’d last a little longer than Quill due to the Kree manipulation. Until a movie definitively shows her resilience to space or planet-side dangers, they can and do affect her.

#// egjkerjer this got long my apologies #// but it was fun to think about and try to figure out #✧ // blackbox recording (headcanon)

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starks-imagines · 6 years

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“Drax it really wasn’t that-”

“Hilarious! It was hilarious!” Belly laughter echoed around the ship piloted by Quill. The loud and throaty laugh suited him; it contagiously rippled across the otherwise silent room. You couldn’t help but mirror his laugh and once Gamora saw you laughing it was the endgame for the ship. Everyone had tears in their eyes - even Groot who had been going through a infuriatingly pubescent gloom cracked a smile.

#marvel imagine #Guardians of the Galaxy #guardians of the galaxy imagine #gotg imagine #gotg2 imagine #guardians of the galaxy 2 imagine #drax imagine

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sabersandsnipers · 7 years

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Being Terran and Dating Yondu Headcanons...

Jeans: He loves when you wear jeans. He’s seen terrans wear them, but it seems like they were made to fit your curves. He loves running his hands up and down your thighs, feeling the rough resistance of the material. One pair you own drives him wild; they’re skin tight and he loves to grip right onto the curves they accentuate.

Movies: You’re always showing him famous movies from Terra. From The Breakfast Club to The Hunger Games. His favorite movie by far is Star Wars. He compares himself to Han and you to Leia.

Eyes: He’s always loved the wide variety of eye colors Terrans posses, but when he sees you, he feels like he could drown in the (Y/C) eyes you posses.

Music: He’s familiar with Terran music, thanks to Quill, but then you introduce him to more recent music. When he sees you dancing to Shape of You by Ed Sheeran, he loses it. The sway of your body with the rhythmic beats drives him mad with desire. It soon became his new favorite song, but you quickly brought in some newer music for him. Songs like Closer, Stay, Wild Thoughts, and Feels soon become close favorites. He loves gripping your hips and just swaying with you for hours to the music of your home world.

Dancing: When Yondu’s feeling a little more determined, you’ll show him some more complicated dance moves from Terra. He’s a little clumsy, and can sometimes get a little bashful when watching your lithe body move with grace and familiarity. He’s seen your body move in all sorts of ways, but watching you dance is new to him. When he sees you move in new ways, the only thing he wants to do is throw you over his shoulder and watch you move in a few other ways he’s familiar with…

Reading: Ever since you started dating, you’ll read him a chapter of one of your favorite books before going to sleep. Yondu hates reading, but he loves storytelling, and the sound of your voice never fails to help lull him off to sleep. And he always admits that Terran stories are the best he’s ever heard. He’ll rest his head on your stomach while one hand is wrapped around your hips. Shivers dance across his skin as you trace the scars on his skin, your voice soothing the buzzing in his head.

#yondu udonta #yondu #yondu udonta x reader #yondu x reader #yondu headcanon #yondu udonta headcanon #gotg #gotg headcanon #gotg imagine #gotg2 #gotg2 imagine #yondu imagine #yondu udonta imagine

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beanzykin · 3 years

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Imagine: You and Gamora watching the stars late at night while listening to Peter's music together

After it being the third time you heard a bang, you finally decided to get up and confront whoever was making noise this late at night. You walked into the base of Milano and were shocked to see Gamora already beat you to it.

“You were woken up by that noise too?” You sleepily slurred your words. Gamora looked up at you quickly, startled at your entrance the same way you were when you noticed her. “Oh, did I wake you?” That’s when you realized it wasn’t one of the boys being annoying, it was her. Wondering why she was up this late -or maybe she woke up early, you weren’t quite sure- you sat down next to her and watched as she fiddled with the blade in her hands.

“Well, yeah… But it’s alright,” The glow of the stars and other fancy lights from outside made the features of her face shine in a way that made you feel warm. “Why are you up at this time?” You whispered softly, trying not to bother her or wake anyone else up.

Gamora looked around the room, anywhere but your eyes, really… You weren’t sure if it was to dodge confrontation or if she simply didn’t hear you. To avoid yourself from embarrassment, you didn’t repeat yourself incase she did hear and it was the former option in your head.

It was a silence of small breaths and beating hearts before Gamora decided to speak up. “A lot has happened,” You looked at her, “How so?” Gamora pondered for a moment.

“My father kills me in order to kill half of the universe, I come back from 2014 to learn that my sister isn’t as evil as I thought she was… And I’m apparently dating this guy named Peter,” You went silent, she had a fair point. Everything has been screwed up for the past five years. Peter was dusted away with Drax, Mantis and Groot, so you were stuck with Nebula and Rocket for the time being. You got to know Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, learned how much Earth-616 has changed over the years you’ve been exploring the universe.

“And that’s not even the end of it,” She finished, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I guess you’re right, but you don’t have to go back to the way the other Gamora was living. Or you can, but we understand that you just jumped eight-nine years into the future and we’re all kinda shaken at the moment,” Gamora nodded softly, it was obvious she listened to what you were saying, it just took her a while to process it. That’s when you got an idea.

Standing up, you tiptoed your way through to the pilot seats of the ship and grabbed the walkman and headset from Peter’s chair and came back to sit with a confused Gamora. You handed her the headphones and charaded for her to put them on her head. You searched the walkman for the play button, also confused. After five years on Earth with Tony’s advanced technology, you needed to relearn how to use something you grew up with.

Finally, your memory refreshed and the music made its way to Gamora’s ears. You looked up as at the green girl the cassette tape chittered. She softly smiled at you, this was your kinda battle music.

It was nice, the quiet of Gamora’s breath and the faint music you heard coming from the cheap Headset, the stars that lit up the atmosphere of the ship along with Gamora’s beauty. And that’s when something hit you for the third time tonight, you were falling for your friend’s ex. The daughter of Thanos herself, the girl who time travelled her way into the future to help murder half the universe then changed her mind. Your best friend’s sister.

God, you were even more screwed now.

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Hi just wanted to say your Rocket x Reader’s mean the world to me if you could ever maybe do another one. Romantic if you can? Maybe Rocket seeing reader bond with baby Groot and it makes him maybe think about her and him having kids? Though it isn’t possible it just makes him question their friendship? And thinks maybe it could be more?

Ooooooo, baby fever 🫣

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

It felt wrong.

This sticky, annoying feeling, stirring in his gut.

Groot simply needed help getting onto the table for the mission meeting. And you'd gently kneeled down, extended your hand and waited for him to step up.

He sat in your palm as you lifted him to the tables surface.

And with the patience of a Saint, you waited until he crawled out of your hand and then returned your attention to Quill.

Rocket, on the other hand, couldn't get it out of his head.

Especially now, laying in bed in the middle of the night, tossing and turning not being able to sleep.

Eventually, he did dooze off, but you didn't leave his mind.

He found himself in the ship, in a large open space with you at the dining room table.

"Y/n?" He asked, walking up to you. You turned, holding three little raccoon babies in your arms.

"Hey," You smile, handling the babies with a concerning amount of grace. They squirmed and whine softly, but you rocked them to sleep in your arms.

"What's going-"

"Do you wanna hold one?" You ask, taking a baby off your shoulder and handing it to him.

He panicked, taking the baby and staring strangely at it. It obviously looked like him, but this baby had your eyes.

They were....

"Are these...." He looked up at you. "Our babies?"

You smiled. "Of course," You kneeled down, cupping the side of his face. "We're a little family,"

You leaned in to kiss him, your lips inches away from his-

A loud pounding outside his door woke Rocket up, covered in warm sweat and breathing heavy.

"Rocket! Wake your ass up! It's your turn to pilot the ship!" Quill yelled through the steel door.

"Alright, Quill, I'll be up in a few!" Rocket sighed, putting his head in his hands.

This was going to be an awkward day.

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy headcannons #guardians of the galaxy imagine #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 headcannons #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 imagine #gotg2 #gotg2 imagine #gotg2 headcannons #rocket #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon imagines #rocket racoon headcannons #rocket racoon x reader #rocket racoon and groot #it is my works #thanks for the ask!

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rickroll-25 · 3 years

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What if old groot and baby groot have two completely different names but they’re speaking in the groot language so we can’t tell

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#marvel #mcu memes #mcu theory #mcu theories #marvel theory #marvel theories #guardians of the galaxy #gotg2 #gotg #groot #gotg imagine #gotg3 #marvel groot #baby groot #i am groot #sambucky

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sweetaliencheeks · 10 months

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THE ONE WHERE SHE ADMITS IT

“Hey, there” Peter’s voice echoed through the room, drowning the insisting whirring and beeping of the machines that surrounded us.

“Peter” I offered him a warm smile, happy to see him there so late “Hi, what are you doing here?”

“Wanted to check up on you, make sure you’re good…” he walked up to me, a hot drink in his left hand a blanket in the right “You look terrible”

“Thanks” he handed me the drink, warmth instantly spreading from my fingertips all the way up to my chest “I feel terrible”

“I know” I felt the soft blanket being set on my naked shoulders and a sigh left my lungs, I had been freezing for hours but nothing could make me leave him. Peter crouched beside me, his eyes locked on Rocket “Anything?” I shook my head.

“Not really, I think I saw a twitch” tears began to form in my eyes as I ran my thumb across Rocket’s hand, my whole arm was numb from being in the same position for so long. I sniffled and took a sip of my drink “But I haven’t slept in a while, so I don’t really know anymore”

“We’re gonna get him back” his hand went up to give my thigh a soft squeeze “I promise you”

“I want to believe you so bad, Peter” I kicked my had back and set my eyes on a little smudge on the ceiling above me, trying to stop the tears from falling again “But I’m gonna be devastated if we don’t…”

“He’s my best friend, I’m not giving up” Peter’s voice sounded almost like a growl, he was just as angry, and sad, and frustrated as I was. Rocket was his as much as he was mine and despite their differences, they had a bond stronger than the both of them could ever comprehend “We’re gonna find them, we’re gonna fix Rocket”

“Mm…” with a sigh, I let go of Rocket’s hand and brought it up to pet the top of his head “Do you think he knows we’re here?”

“He better, so he knows how uncomfortable it is to sleep on that fucking chair” with a thumb pointed at the chair I was sitting on, Peter snorted.

“It is a shit chair” I said with a chuckle, ignoring the fact that everything from the back of my thighs to the nape of my neck was sore “But I mean, does he feel it when I hold him?”

“You’ve been holding him?” Peter asked, a small grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah?” I shrugged and looked away from him, taking a swig of my drink “Is that weird?”

“I don’t know, is it?” he nudged my leg with his shoulder.

“Shut up, Peter” I playfully pushed him off me, a comforting silence setting between us. I took a deep breath, feeling a sob climbing up the back of my throat “I can’t wait to hear his voice again”

“Yeah, I miss being insulted for no reason” Peter scoffed, his own eyes now as full of tears as mine.

“You’re too dramatic” I set my drink tightly between my knees and offered Peter a sweet squeeze on his shoulder. I began to weep in silence, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but then I just slumped on my chair, face covered by both the blanked and my hands. The sob I had been trying to suppress rolled up my lungs like a wave and thick heavy tears began to run down my cheeks and staining my skin, coming out from the depths of my soul with an anguished scream. I couldn’t stop it now. It was somewhere between the grief I wish I wouldn’t feel and an unspeakable sense of despair and crushing loss. Anxiety spreading through my veins like wildfire and a pain so strong, that it almost burnt my bones. A string of uncontrollable sobs came out, strained by the fact that I simply couldn’t get any air in my lungs. I was choking underneath the weight of my own chest, shaking so hard that I almost felt sick.

“Hey, hey, breathe” Peter quickly rose to his feet to uncover my face, forcefully holding my arms down and holding me up so I wouldn’t fall. It was consuming, all the regret and nostalgia. It was pressing against my chest, my whole body ached and I was beginning to feel dizzy “Come on, breathe” he held me tight against his chest, this different and much more comforting and loving feeling of being crushed quickly took over the anxiety that threatened to asphyxiate me if I didn’t start breathing soon. So I laid my head on Peter’s chest and took a few deep breaths, as he rubbed my back.

“I love him, Peter. I love him so much it fucking hurts” I sobbed softly into his T-shirt, pools of tears staining the fabric. As I spoke, I could feel another crushing wave begin to form in my entrails “I never got to tell him, he can’t die”

“He won’t die, we got this” he pulled away to grab my shoulders as he spoke “We got a plan”

“But what if-” I looked up at him, searching in his eyes for the hope he preached and that I so desperately needed. I was wailing, I was screaming and I was thrashing around in Peter’s arms. I felt like there was no floor beneath my feet and like the air around me was as heavy as iron. I couldn’t bear how unfair it all was, it was unfair that he had lived most his life knowing that he didn’t belong, feeling like an outcast, feeling like he wasn’t worthy of the kind of love I felt for him. Amongst the regret and pain, I felt guilt. In a way, it was my fault if he didn’t know. I had countless opportunities to tell him and I kept choosing not to do it, all the mornings I woke up in his bed, all the kisses and intimate moments we shared, and never once did I tell him “He’ll die not knowing what he means me, he deserves to know! He deserves to know that he’s loved the way he is”

“I know, sweetheart. I know” Peter’s hand travelled to the back of my head, and I could now hear him sniffle into my hair. I realised that he too, needed support and affection, that it was selfish of me to assume that I was the only reason why he was there. My arms tightened around his waist and I gripped the back of his shirt.

“He’s perfect for me, Peter. He makes me so happy, please. I must tell him, he has to know” as we stood there holding each other, my breathing started to slow down and finally settled on the same rhythm as Peter’s.

“He knows. In fact, we all know how much you love him” once again, he pulled away to look down at me, brushing the stray hairs away from my face. I frowned at his statement and slightly tilted my head to the side “What? Do you think you’re any good at hiding it?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide” I could feel a blush rise up my cheeks as I looked away.

“Oh, please. It’s always giggling and pet names and touching, with you two. And the flirting? Do you know how much it takes to get me bothered?” he chuckled, his cheeks turning red as he wiped away the tears.

“It’s just banter, and attraction. It wasn’t supposed to be love” I replied, letting go of Peter to hold my own arm “He’d never love someone like me”

“Excuse me? You should see how he looks at you” I chuckled, I knew Rocket had a soft spot for me. But then again, we had been through so much together that acts that could be perceived as being of love, as small as they were, had become frequent between us. We’d always fix each other’s clothes and hair, always get double drinks or extra food for the other, always said goodnight and goodbye more intensely, always looked out for each other. Always. But I had never thought he’d do it from a romantic place. Although we’d been spending some quality time together in hotel rooms and bathroom stalls at the bar, it had never been anything more than that. Love was never on the table.

“You really think he loves me?” I whispered. Of course I wanted to believe Peter, but believing him would mean hoping and hoping would possibly lead to heartbreak. But I still needed to know.

“Obviously” he laughed, smoothing my hair down and setting a hand on my cheek “You start preparing your speech for when he wakes up, can’t be telling him you love him with mascara on your cheeks and snot all over your face”

“Yeah, sure” I scoffed, my eyes landing on Rocket’s body again as I suppressed another sob. I shook my head and let myself drop on the chair behind me “Like I’d ever tell him…”

“You’re so fucking dumb. You’ve got someone who loves you, and he isn’t dead” this time, his whole face turned red, and his voice went up a notch. It bounced off the walls and echoed in the room like thunder “So you still got time, better make it worth”

“I guess” it started to down on me why Peter was angry and the pang of guilt I had been feeling got worse, so bad that I could have thrown up. He had lost his soul mate. Gamora was dead and I was standing there, in front of him, refusing to acknowledge how lucky I was to still be able to hold Rocket in my arms “You’re right. I just wish there was an easy way to let him know”

“Just tell him” some gadget started to beep and made him rummage through every single one of his pockets before finding it and turning it off. He gave me a side smile and a pat on the head “I gotta go, you keep him company” with a small nod, I watched him leave into the darkness and let out a long sigh, relieved to finally be alone with my emotions. I stood up again, my aching bones screaming for comfort and my soul begging for rest.

“I hope you don’t mind if I hog a little bit of your space, but I always sleep better next to you” I went around and under all the cables and appliances around Rocket to lay down next to him on the hard metal table “I won’t leave your side, I promise” I set my hand on the side of his face, rubbing my thumb against his cheek before planting a kiss there “Just come back to me, my beloved raccoon”

A big thank you to @hypothermia-brrrr (who for some unknown reason I’m unable to tag), for suggesting this <3 I hope it’s as you hoped and I hope you all like it!.

This is part one, and part two is in works! Don’t know each way I wanna go with it after Rocket confronts the reader after hearing this talk. Do I make it sweet and romantic, or angsty and FULL of sexual tension? Please, help a girl out.

Love you all sm 🤍

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 1 year

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OMG?!??!

I hadn't watched the Guardians of the Galaxy holyday special!! Was anybody gonna tell me it actually confirmed that Mantis is Ego's daughter or was I supposed to find that out in a YouTube comment myself?!??!?

I'm so freaking happy :D this is the first time a headcanon I subscribe to has ever been made official!!! I was CONVINCED that Mantis was one of Ego's kids when GotG2 came out (it was perfectly logical - why would Ego take notice of a random kid to enslave, when his main characteristic is making kids with all known species and taking them to back to his planet and only killing them when they prove useless to him? We know he mated with one of Mantis' species from his displays - hence he necessarily had an empath kid, so no need to go grab one unrelated to him: Mantis was useful so he kept her, like a "flea with a purpose.") I never expected it to be acknowledged tho!! But the plot bunnies are back!! The fluff is back!!! Peter has a sis sjsjdsjsjszjkz 💛💛 I can go back to imagining Ravager AUs where Mantis gets picked up by Yondu along with Peter 😍 or even better, grows up with Meredith.

GotG is the only Marvel franchise that still elicits feels in me. It actually cares enough to flesh out its characters in ways by building from the little things (like Yondu's fatherly love for Peter was possible to conjecture from the first movie but was still unsubstantiated until the second, like Kraglin being Peter's "big bro" from the Ravagers was just hinted at but now he's part of the Guardian fam, and like Mantis obviously being one of Ego kids is finally a thing) so that the audience can pick up on the clues and predict how the relationships are naturally going to develop. It doesn't betray the viewers by dropping the subtext bc the writers have changed their minds and playing dumb and saying people imagined things that weren't there - it follows things through!!!!

Anyway I KNEW IT. I FREAKING KNEW IT!! MANTIS IS PETER'S SISTER BAAAAYBEEE!!!!

#guardians of the galaxy #got #gotg vol 2 #peter quill #star lord #mantis #ego the living planet

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