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Temporary Home: Chapter 25

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

Summary: Just as things are starting to look up- spiders. So many spiders. Will everything be okay, or will Reader crumble under the pressure?

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Author’s Note: By gods, I've been writing this chapter since MAY of 2022!! Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 72 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 7,668

Your little chat with Yondu had actually made you feel better, to your surprise.

Sure, you still had bouts of post-vulnerability-embarrassment, but you found that a weight had been lifted somewhat when you went to bed that night, and you couldn't deny that you actually did feel better in the morning, enough so that you actually got right back into using the remote to prank Peter, though you of course now refrained from using it when Yondu was also watching the television for fear of prompting him to tell Peter what he knew out of spite.

The next couple days your mood improved even further.

You decided to join another sparing round with the others, though you did avoid matching with Peter out of paranoia that he'd pull another stunt like the last time. You were teased for this, mostly because when it happened you had turned to see he was your next match only to audibly state, "Nope!" and motioned him on to pair with Mantis instead. This made the others laugh, but you simply rolled your eyes with half a light-hearted smirk and brushed it off.

The day after that you decided to finally show Yondu some "Terran Archery" as you had said you would some time ago. He actually caught on really well, though he didn't deny that he preferred his own arrow. Then, seemingly just to show off, he whistled to command his arrow circle you three times before taking off to shoot clear through your target and then come back to rest in his holster.

Pretending not to be impressed, you start to head back toward the shed to put your bow and quiver away. "You know, you still never really said how Fury allowed you to keep that arrow."

Yondu just grinned and shrugged as he followed your lead to return. "Like I said. That's for me to know."

"Come on now!" You scoff. "Surely after making me spill my life story the other night you can at least tell me that."

Yondu pretended to think, smirking all the while. "Hmm… Nah. Pretty sure we never came to any such agreement."

"Seriously?!"

"Yup."

You sigh, letting it go for now. "Well, can you at least tell me how it works?"

"Whatcha wanna know that for? Ain't like ya'd be able to use it." He grinned teasingly at you.

Whether he meant he wouldn't dream of letting you try it, or that it literally only worked for him, you weren't sure- though you had a suspicion it was the latter. "Just curious," you respond, "I mean, I showed you how humans do archery, figured maybe you'd at least tell me a little something about your space arrow?"

Yondu appeared slightly annoyed, rolling his eyes and stopping to turn to you. He realized he was going to have to give you the same talk he gave Quill shortly after he brought him aboard the Eclector as a boy. "Let's get one thing straight. I know you Terrans ain't know a lot, so it ain't fully yer fault, but here's a lesson. You and me?" He gestured back and forth between you. "We're both 'human-' Got it?"

Confusion prompted you to look back at him. Both human? That couldn't be right. You were from Earth. He was from a different planet- an alien. Did people on his planet call themselves 'humans' too?

He continued. "You Terrans might think you're the only ones in the universe, but that don't make everyone else less than human."

Oh.

The guilt must have shown on your face because he sighed and tried to curb his annoyance. Slightly. "You? Me? Both human." He points at you again. "You and Quill, ya'll are Terran." He points to himself. "I'm Centaurian. Different races, both still 'human.' Got it?"

You nod. "Yes. Sorry-"

He waved you off, seeming satisfied enough and wishing to change the subject. The two of you begin walking again as he spoke. "Anyway, the fin picks up my whistle and sends it to the arrow. Arrow gets the whistle and goes where -and through who- I want it to."

"Uh, that's it? It's that simple? Do a lot of people use that in space?" you ask, deciding to move forward in the conversation with him.

Yondu laughed out his nose. "It's the best explanation yer gonna get, and no, it's actually not simple at all, and no- I'm sure I'm the only one with something like this."

Your eyebrows raised. "Oh. Why's that?"

"That's enough questions about the arrow for now," he replied flatly. His expression was just as flat, and you couldn't get a read on the reason for his reluctance to talk much about his arrow. He didn't seem upset or uncomfortable. Was he was just a "keep to himself" type of person, or was he just good at keeping up a mask?

You relented, slightly disappointed, but deciding to push forward with another question as you neared the shed. "Alright then. Um, what is your planet like?"

Out of nowhere Yondu's hand connects with your side to give it a couple quick squeezes, which results in you jumping with a startled giggly shriek. He hadn't even looked at you before doing it, which only made it all the more unexpected.

It was over in an instant but you still glared at him indignantly, feeling your face heat up. "What was that for!?"

Yondu shrugged with a grin. "To change the subject. Worked, didn't it?" With that he continued off towards the house, leaving you alone at the shed.

You huffed slightly and just went to put your quiver and bow back away.

* * *

Later that day you fancied yourself a glass of juice after switching the laundry you had just washed over to the dryer. The plan was to enjoy it in the sitting room while you re-read one of your favorite mystery books. After pouring yourself a glass and placing the bottle back in the fridge you grabbed said glass from the counter and turned to walk back towards the sitting room. It was then that you saw a shot of brown dart across the kitchen floor.

Recognizing it immediately as a house spider you jumped nearly out of your skin and dropped your glass, spilling your juice all over the tile floor, but fortunately not breaking the cup.

Unfortunately, Yondu and Kraglin had walked in around this same time and saw the whole thing, if Yondu's chuckling was any evidence to the fact.

Cheeks heating up, you quickly grabbed a towel to clean up your mess. You expected to be teased about the spider, but instead you heard, "Damn, I know Krags is funny-lookin', but we didn't expect to startle ya that much!"

You glance up, not intending to argue but grateful they didn't seem to notice the real cause of your startle. Kraglin jokingly put on a disgruntled face towards Yondu for the insult before turning to look in the pantry.

Then you saw Yondu throw you a wink before doing the same.

So he did see… and he was covering for you? Why? Never mind. You weren't going to argue or ask. But you did think you should consider making a special trip into town tomorrow to get some repellents or maybe some traps.

Once your mess was cleaned up you left the kitchen- no longer in the mood for juice, or to read. However, you thought maybe you were in the mood to watch something on TV, and upon seeing that nobody was occupying the television you decided to scroll through Netflix, finally settling on a familiar movie you had seen several times before.

Miraculously you got through the whole movie without anyone even coming into the sitting room, and you actually started to wonder where the others might be before you glanced at the clock and noticed how late it had gotten. They must all be in bed, and you should probably follow suit.

Doing your best to be quiet as to not wake anyone you went about getting ready for bed in the bathroom. It wasn't until you were about to shut off the light and retreat to your bed after brushing your teeth did you spot another spider. It was perhaps half the size of the one you had seen in the kitchen, but that didn't make you feel much better considering it was still about 3cm wide. You had almost touched it when you went for the switch and jerked your hand back at the last moment, catching an exclamation in your throat.

The spider quickly scurried away before you could act and somehow you lost sight of it. Unwilling to stay up to find it you quickly shut out the light and left the bathroom. That was a problem for anyone else. Tomorrow.

For now you were definitely sure you were going to the shops in the morning for both repellent and traps.

Fucking spider season.

* * *

Despite going to bed late you managed to wake early, and you would have tried to sleep-in if you hadn't reasoned with yourself that the sooner you left the sooner you would be back with stuff to get rid of the spiders and hopefully keep them away. Also you had to pee.

It seemed no one else was awake, which you became grateful for as it meant it was unlikely that anyone heard the very loud gasp you let out the moment you turned from closing the bathroom door towards the toilet and found the spider from last night sitting on the opened toilet lid, taunting you.

You considered for a moment nope-ing right out of there to go use the toilet downstairs, but you could hear the sounds of someone opening their door and started to feel self-conscious of someone possibly seeing you flee one toilet for the other due to a spider. It also wouldn't solve your problem as you'd need to come right back to this bathroom anyway because everything you needed to wash up and get ready with for the morning was in here.

Damn it.

Ok. What were your other options?

Maybe flick it off with a towel? But then you'd have to worry about where it would run to after. The thought of it crawling up your leg while you did your business made you shiver and you immediately threw that idea out.

Well, what if you closed the lid? Maybe it'd fall off into the bowl and you could flush it away? But that would require putting your hand way closer to the spider than you were willing. You weren't about to risk it crawling on you. Also you had a feeling you'd need to slam the lid for that to work and you weren't thrilled about drawing attention to yourself.

You needed to find a way to kill it somehow, a feat easier said than done considering you couldn't stand the thought of getting too close to it and the fact that you really just wanted to be able to use the toilet, get ready, and get on with your day.

You looked around for something you could maybe squish it with, because as much as you wanted to avoid it you sure as hell weren't going to go ask one of the others to come kill it for you. You'd use the bathtub as a toilet before you did that. Luckily for you, you weren't nearly that desperate.

Speaking of the bathtub though, you spotted a bottle of shampoo. Considering it a good enough weapon, you snatched it up and aimed the blunt cap towards your enemy. Moving slowly, sure the spider would run if you made any sudden movements, you inch closer… closer… until smack! You finally darted your weapon forward and crushed the spider between the toilet lid and the lid of the shampoo bottle, grateful the spider also hadn't decided to make any sudden movements before getting squished. It would be very likely that you would have dropped the bottle in the toilet if it had.

You pulled the bottle away and found the spider-guts had decided to stick to the cap, leaving little more than a slight smudge on the toilet lid.

Grabbing a sheet of toilet paper you sat the bottle with it's arachnid corpse on the sink, intent to remove any evidence of your enemy's unwanted prior existence from the toilet lid before finally relieving yourself- deciding to wait until after you had done so to give the spider it's "sea burial." It might be dead, but still- no. Ew. It could wait it's turn.

After finishing your business, flushing your friend, and cleaning off the shampoo cap, you were finally able finish getting ready for the day, and thought maybe you'd reward yourself for your bravery with a muffin for breakfast.

* * *

You had just finished up eating and were about to get ready to leave when Mantis came over to you from the pantry asking if you could help her get the jar of peanut butter open.

Little did you know this would be the start of a chain of events that would significantly delay your morning plans.

For what felt like several minutes you did your best to open the jar but didn't succeed, so you handed the jar off to Drax who had just happened to walk into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Rocket filed in behind him, ignoring everyone as he made his way to the washing machine and threw something inside.

Drax got the jar opened in nothing flat, but he apparently had news for you; Groot had decided to take some juice upstairs and had spilled it in their room.

You sigh, but grab the mop as you internally begrudged Drax for not just cleaning it up himself instead of coming to tell you about it. Though, it was probably just as well- he wasn't exactly the most thorough of cleaners and you didn't want his poor mopping to leave a sticky juice residue behind.

As you filled a bucket you wondered how the tiny tree child would have managed to get a glass of juice all the way up the stairs without spilling any only to then spill it in their bedroom.

It would turn out, as you saw when you reached the stairs, he hadn't. There were little puddles of juice over nearly every step on the staircase. Enough so that you wondered how there was even any left for him to spill in his room when you finally reached the door and located the glass overturned in a puddle of juice near Rocket's bed- which was missing it's blanket. There was, however, no sign of Groot. You'd worry about that later.

For now, you had just never been more glad that you didn't have carpeting in your home- and idly wondered as you cleaned if Groot had actually managed to drink any of his juice before spilling it everywhere.

When you finally finished mopping you grabbed the first person you could find- in this case Kraglin, before tracking down Groot and having Kraglin translate that the wooden child was no longer allowed to carry liquids upstairs.

You weren't totally sure the message got across, but there wasn't a whole lot more you could do so you just had to hope the kid actually understood when he nodded in response and ran off. You awkwardly thanked Kraglin and went to return your mop to the kitchen.

It was there you encountered Rocket again, who opened the dryer and then gave you grief about having left your clothes inside.

You roll your eyes at him but say nothing as you snatch your clothes out of the dryer and move to take them upstairs. Might as well fold them now so you don't need to worry about them later when you get back from town.

Once your clothes were folded and you were putting the last of them away you think you might finally be in the clear to be heading to town when Mantis startles you by running up to you crying and holding her hand.

You almost scold her for scaring you like that when you see that she only had a paper cut, but you held your tongue and instead helped calm her down and find a plaster in the medicine cabinet.

Once you had her settled you headed to leave before anyone else could manage to stop you again, once more being startled by a spider in the hall and cursing the creature.

Soon after, Gamora came across you as you were pulling on your jacket, keys in hand. It was then you realized you hadn't bothered to tell anyone you were leaving and you thought you might do so then, but Gamora actually beat you to it.

"Are you going into town?"

"Uh, yeah actually. Did you need anything?" you asked, pulling up your jacket zipper. Silently you hoped it wasn't something else that would delay your departure even further.

"Take Peter with you."

Taken aback, you let out a surprised half-laugh and looked at her. "What?"

"I need you to take Peter with you."

You blink at her. "…Is everything ok?"

She glanced down the hall before lowering her voice. "Yes- it's just-" She frowned. "Ok, he's driving me a little crazy today."

"It's not even noon?" You raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I know," she said pointedly.

You frowned. You hadn't intended to bring a passenger with you. "Won't he ask questions? I've never exactly brought him along willingly before."

"Somehow I doubt that will be a problem. I'm fully certain he's just being annoying because he's stuck here and bored."

You open your mouth to reply just in time for Peter to step out of the bathroom. To your surprise Gamora calls out to him and tells him that he's going to be accompanying you into town.

"Cool!" Peter says, going for his jacket as you blink at Gamora, who doesn't look at all apologetic.

Defeated, you sigh and just motion Peter toward the door, throwing one last glare over your shoulder at Gamora who finally mouths "sorry" just as you close the door behind you.

The ride into town was much less annoying than you expected. Instead of deliberately trying to annoy you, Peter seemed content with just listening to the radio the whole way into town, which wasn't at all unwelcome seeing as your thoughts were on what sprays or traps you might get this time around for the spiders, and considering how you weren't exactly looking forward to discussing the situation.

Eventually you reach the shop, where you manage to park, go inside, and grab a hand basket all before Peter tried making small talk.

"So, you're quiet today."

You glanced at him in puzzlement. "I could more say the same of you. Normally you never shut up. Maybe I was enjoying the quiet."

"Rude." Peter said, giving you a quick poke to the ribs.

You jumped and glared at him with narrowed eyes, to which he only grinned and mock held his hands up in defense as you walked past him and made your way toward the aisle where you knew the pest control items would be, trying to think of anything else you might need to pick up while you were in town, which wasn't a lot since you had just recently been in.

Unable to think of anything on your own, you glanced at Peter and asked him if he knew of anything he or the others might need. You knew the answer was likely also nothing, as Fury had just come a couple days prior with a restock, but it didn't hurt to ask.

"No, I can't think of anything. Wouldn't argue against some Oreos though."

This made you huff a laugh out your nose and as that aisle was coming up first you opted to detour and grab them on the way to your actual reason for coming to the shop.

As you were leaving that aisle Peter speaks up again. "So, I noticed you seem to be a little… less grumpy lately." In a joking tone he continued, "That mean you're finally starting to like us?"

"Don't read too much into it," was your reply. "Maybe you all have just gotten less annoying after a couple months. Or I'm suffering a weird form of reverse Stockholm Syndrome."

Sure, you could have said you had a sit down with Yondu where you spilled your guts. Could have mentioned how somehow you actually felt better afterward. Could have also mentioned how you had no idea why- since all that mandatory therapy SHIELD ordered you to take couldn't even do it. But you weren't going to. Just because that one talked helped didn't mean you were ready for a repeat of that vulnerability anytime soon. Besides, the more you thought about it the more you figured it was probably a fluke or something.

"Rude," Peter joked again, rolling his eyes and poking you in the ribs once more like before and jolting you out of your thoughts.

This time your reaction was to accidentally elbow him in the side, and you glared at him with wide eyes as he laughed and rubbed the sore spot. "That's what you get, now cut that out!"

There was a slight playfulness behind the scolding that didn't go unnoticed, but Peter once again held up his hands in mock-surrender. "Ok!" He could tell you were deflecting, but he wasn't going to push it.

By now you had reached the pest control aisle, only to find it wiped out of any kind of repellents or traps that might be useful against spiders. Perhaps if you had just gotten here earlier- but no. Everyone else in this area knew as well as you did that it was spider season, so you should have anticipated this. Better yet, you should have remembered to grab some stuff before the season came- though one couldn't blame you for being distracted the last couple months. Not like you had taken in a group of dysfunctional aliens or anything…

"Damn," you mutter under your breath.

"What?"

You shake your head. "Nothing." Ok. Think. Would there be anywhere else in town that might have anything still in stock?

"Aww naw!" came a voice from behind the two of you. Upon turning to look you saw there were a couple young men maybe in their early twenties. Clearly they had come looking for spider repellents too, and like you, were disappointed to find the supplies out of stock. Before they walked off the young man who had exclaimed could be heard saying to his friend, "This was the last place in town. Thought for sure they'd still have some in stock. Tough luck for us innit?"

Well, there went that idea.

Peter looked to you and caught you frowning. "Is there something I should know?" he asked.

"It's nothing, like I said," you reply, thinking to grab some juice on your way to checkout, realizing that much of what you did have at home had found it's way onto the floor. "It's just spider season… and I thought I'd grab some supplies before I had to listen to you scream like a little kid every time you saw one." Of course you were going to leave out the part that the real reason was that you really hated spiders. "Forgot about it until too late is all," you continued. "Been a little distracted lately." You throw him a pointed look as you said the last bit, knowing that he would know what you meant by it.

Peter frowned, offended. "First off- I would not scream like a little kid." He went to poke you again for the insult as the two of you approached a self checkout, but you smacked his hand away before it could make contact. "But that does explain so much," he added watching as you quickly scanned your small shopping haul and paid.

"What do you mean?"

"Why I've seen so many spiders lately." He replied, following you out of the store. "Saw three just this morning. Big suckers too- but I suppose that makes them easier targets to squish." He chuckled. What he wasn't about to say, however, was that he had actually called Gamora to come kill each one he saw.

"Oh," you reply, walking to the car. You did not like the sound of that. There had still been a part of you hoping that you wouldn't see much more than you already had. "Yeah- they come about this time of year- when it gets colder. I'm sure they'll have some more repellent in soon," you say, hoping he didn't notice the nervousness in you as the two of you reached the car. Once inside, however, you promptly dropped your keys before you could put them in the ignition. Nice. Real smooth. You continued talking as you reached down to grab them, "-or I can look into some home remedies. It's no big deal- they're harmless." That last bit was mostly a front to make you seem indifferent.

Harmless or not, you still hated them. It made you feel weak to admit it- not that you cared what they thought or anything- but showing vulnerability wasn't something you were used to. After all, you were still recovering from your talk with Yondu, and that was days ago.

Finally grasping your fallen keys you sit back up and insert the key into the ignition, but don't turn it just yet. You look to Peter now, trying to think of any other topic to switch to. Literally anything would be better than thinking about going back home to a house full of big-ass spiders.

Or so you thought.

You open your mouth to speak, intending to just pull a topic out of thin air, and then you hear it.

Blood turns icy in your veins as the awful wail creeps into your ears, and your chest tightens so that you can barely breathe. As your mouth closes, your eyes widen. However they do not focus on anything in particular- your vision beginning to cloud with images in your mind's eye. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Sickening yellow.

Peter sees the sudden change in you and speaks up in concern. "Agent?"

You don't even hear him, ears flooded with the terrible sound that's only getting louder. Turning away from him you begin to shake, now facing forward in your seat. No. No no no no. Please- Those words swim through your thoughts as horrific memories swim through your mind. Memories of pain… darkness… loss.

"Agent?" Peter says again, more concerned now. One moment you had been fine, and then you just froze- face falling into an expression of silent horror.

By now your breath is coming in an almost silent sob and you've brought one hand up to cover your mouth.

"Hey, hey- woah," Peter says gently, utterly confused about your sudden change in behavior but wanting to provide some sort of comfort. He reaches out to you and barely grazes your arm before you jerk away from him. Actually, he could tell it was less you pulling away, and more you had startled from the contact.

Terrible screeching. So much blood. Flashing lights. Please- No no no-

You seem to draw into yourself, and before long it starts to dawn on Peter what's happening. He had been too concerned with you to notice it before, but not only was it louder now, he caught a glimpse of it speeding on the road in the distance through the car window.

An ambulance, blaring it's siren. The sound he had played over and over that one night before realizing he really shouldn't have. Before he realized that sound had a dark effect on you he'd likely never understand. The sound that caused you to go out into the woods that night, the action that resulted in you getting shot.

Shit.

He looked at you, and could see you were barely with him anymore. Your gaze was distant and your waterline was flooded with yet unshed tears.

White sheets. Red stains. Darkness. Screeching. Pain. So much pain. Broken glass. Where are they- Blood. So much…

Peter felt he should do something, but he had no idea what to do. He knew of a couple guys on Yondu's crew that had PTSD, but he was never close to them. He had never witnessed anyone having a flashback before- if that's what this was. He had no idea how to help you. He couldn't mute the outside like he could the television.

Unless…

He knew it was a long shot, but it was worth a try. He reached over to the radio and hit the buttons, and turned the knobs, trying to get any other sound to drown out the siren that only seemed to be getting closer.

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

Fuck.

He looked and saw the key you had left in the ignition, and reached over to turn it, realizing that nothing in this damn vehicle must work without it. Stupid Terran caveman tech.

The lights on the dash came on. So did the radio.

Jackpot.

He quickly turned the volume knob and the music blared out, drowning out the siren. Having come on so suddenly and loudly, it also actually seemed to startle you out of whatever dark place you had gone. Not instantly, of course, but the resulting jolt managed to nudge your breathing towards a better rhythm.

You take a couple shuddery breaths as you start to come back around.

You are safe. You're in your car- but everything's fine. At least, as fine as it can be all things considered-

A blink made the tears finally escape your waterline and you quickly wiped them away, turning your face towards your window and away from Peter. You realized what happened and you wished he hadn't seen. You felt weak. In a voice that you tried to keep strong, you say, "I'm sorry."

Peter frowned. "Hey- don't do that. It's ok. You're ok." He glanced between you and the center console, and in what was probably a hasty decision, he reached across and pulled you into a very awkward hug.

Luckily for him, instead of being cross, this action, combined with the fact that "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard-" was blaring on the radio actually made you let out a short laugh. "What- What are you doing?"

"You looked like you could use a hug, and I happened to have one ready."

You didn't know how to respond, so you just laughed again and tapped out, pointing out that the center console was digging into your ribs.

Peter released you and you each settled back into your respective seats, where you both sit in silence- aside from the radio- for a little while.

After spending that while staring at your lap, you think to turn the radio down to a more appropriate level. By now the siren was long gone. In reality it had likely only been present for a few minutes, but it felt much longer. Looking at Peter for a moment, you finally speak again. "Um, thanks. For uh, not making this any weirder than it had to be. Sorry you had to see that." 'So much for not showing vulnerability,' you thought bitterly.

Peter scoffed lightly. "Don't be sorry. Look- I know I might not understand, but I do know it's not your fault."

You returned your gaze to your lap and he speaks up again.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You let out a soft chuckle and smile sadly before meeting his gaze again. "Thanks, but I think I just want to go home now."

"Ok." He wasn't going to press it. He was just glad you hadn't had to go through that alone.

And so were you.

* * *

The ride home was mostly quiet. Peter could tell that while you might have been pulled from the bulk of that darkness with his radio trick, it wasn't a magic cure. It wasn't as if he had snapped his fingers and made you "instantly better." He knew better than that, and knew he should probably give you space.

You had made one request, however. That Peter not mention the incident to any of the others.

He agreed, and when the two of you finally returned to the house the two of you went about like nothing was wrong.

For Peter, it was easy.

For you, not so much.

After putting away the messages and grabbing something to eat you decided to go upstairs to try some breathing and meditation exercises you had learned a long time ago.

The last time you had a bad flashback like that was years ago, and you were shaken for several days afterward. Hopefully you could skip that this time -if that were even possible. You honestly thought you had gotten past the flashbacks. It's not like you still broke down like that every time you heard a siren "in the wild." Hell, you hadn't even had one that night Peter played it over and over again, so you didn't know why it happened today. Sure, you had lost it and screamed at him, but it didn't result in a flashback.

Was it stress? Sure you had more than enough to be stressed about lately... but surely none of that could make the flashbacks return, could it? You tried to remember what any of those therapists had said, but came up blank. Maybe you should have paid more attention during all that mandatory therapy... Maybe you should call- No. No you'd be fine. You don't need to be digging into old wounds. You just needed to 'mellow out' and take it easy for a bit. Everything will be fine if you just relax.

The exercises helped just enough that eventually you felt up to do something else, and you decided that something else would be to open your laptop and try searching some DIY spider repellent methods.

Unfortunately, once you got to your desk you were greeted with one of the little bastards sitting on top of your laptop before it skittered away to hide somewhere else on your desk when it noticed you.

Nope. No fecking way. You are not going to deal with this now. The last thing you needed right now was to have fecking spiders piled onto your nerves- more than they had already been that is. Not when you also were recovering from the incident in town.

But you also couldn't just leave it in your room…

Ok. Breathe. Just relax and you'll be fine.

Thinking quick you grab a cup with some pens from your desk, dump them out, and look to see if you can find where the spider had gone. Obviously your intent was to trap it under the glass, maybe leave it to suffocate. The spider however, had other plans, as the next time you saw it the fecker was bolting down the side of your desk and quickly scurried under the door and out of your room. Nearly gave you a heart attack too, but at least it had left your room.

Even though it was gone the whole event had sort of turned you off from sitting at your desk for the moment. Turning to grab your phone from the bed, you decide to do the research in the comfort of the sofa downstairs instead, but not before easing your door open to make sure the spider wasn't waiting right outside. Fortunately it was nowhere to be seen, and you made your way downstairs.

In the sitting room some of the others were watching TV, so you opted to sit in the rocking chair instead as you did your research.

The results were halfway promising, though did leave you wishing you had looked them up before you left the store. The most effective DIY it seemed was peppermint oil, of which you had none. The next best bets were citrus and white vinegar, which you luckily did technically have both, but the remedy called for "fresh squeezed lemons or citrus peels." Currently you only had a little bottle of lemon juice. Hopefully that would do, as you weren't looking forward to making your house smell like vinegar.

Just as you were getting up to to attempt the DIY repellent you saw two brown steaks cross the floor from under the couch. At first you were concerned they were more spiders, but you'd only be half right. One was a spider, the other was Groot- chasing the spider.

Speechless and restraining yourself from picking your feet up into the rocking chair, you witnessed the wooden child actually take a flying leap and land on the spider, which must have been nearly as wide as your hand. Then, in a move you could hardly comprehend, he shortly wrestles with the spider before putting the fecker in his mouth.

Groot looked up at you happily with half the spider hanging out of his mouth, it's legs kicking erratically as he chewed on it. All you could do is stare in disbelief- barely able to comprehend what you just saw with your own two eyes. He… ate it??? Alive??? How-??? The legs!? The thought made your stomach churn.

It didn't take long before Rocket came along and starting scolding Groot, telling him to spit it out, that he doesn't know where it's been.

Groot, apparently unwilling to part with his impromptu snack, attempted to make a face at Rocket (as his mouth was still overflowing with spider) and ran away from him, upon which Rocket gave chase, continuing to scold him as he did so.

You blinked and just sat there for a moment, processing what you had just seen. Eventually you finally decide to attempt that DIY spider repellent, and that you might like a drink while you did so.

According to the website, you needed the juice from half a lemon mixed with water and to put it in a spray bottle. Unfortunately, it didn't say how much water. You also weren't sure how much juice would equal 'half a lemon.' Come to think about it, you weren't even completely sure you had a spray bottle.

Well, might as well try to find one first before bothering with the rest.

So, first pouring yourself a drink from an opened whiskey bottle in the fridge, you set out to look under the sink to see if you had any empty spray bottles down there- only to witness a spider scurrying away inside the cabinet as soon as you opened the door.

You jolted right out of your skin and shut the cabinet. Nope. Not dealing with that. Looked like there probably wasn't an empty spray bottle in there anyway...

Taking a long swig from your glass you decided to check the bathroom closets instead.

The downstairs bathroom proved fruitless, as did the upstairs, so you tried to rack your brain on where else you might keep one, if you even had one. The only other logical place might be in the cellar, as you were fairly certain you wouldn't find one in the attic. Even so, you debated going down there as you had a feeling you just didn't have an empty spray bottle at all.

With a sigh and another sip of your whiskey you decide to go for a look.

There was no spray bottle to be found down there. There were, however, several spiders, most of them smaller than what you'd been seeing upstairs, nesting in the corners of each room in the cellar.

At this point you were starting to feel slightly nauseous. Today was just not being a good day. First you wake up to spiders, then you can't find any repellent in town, then 'the incident'-as you were calling it, and now everywhere you turned there just seemed to be more spiders. To make matters worse you couldn't even bring yourself to run up the stairs to get away from them, despite your instinct, in case someone heard you and got concerned- because there was no way in hell you were going to confess that you were running away from some damned spiders.

Upon returning to the kitchen you finished off your drink to calm your nerves and decided you'd try cooking dinner in an attempt to further settle yourself down. A simple task to put your mind elsewhere. You'd be fine. Just breathe, and focus on another task.

Fortunately, dinner went just fine. Spaghetti was the choice you made, along with the decision to cook dinner for the whole house, and you managed to do so without any unpleasantness. Everyone even got along without any bickering when it came time to sit down and eat as well.

After the dishes were done you thought you could try to top the day off by curling up in your room with the book you had intended to read the previous day. Try to end the day on a better note and then wake up to better day tomorrow.

As you obtained your book from the sitting room you noticed everyone else was either watching TV or playing cards at the table. This meant you'd likely have the upstairs to yourself for awhile, something you wouldn't argue against. Some peace and quiet was sure to help in your quest to 'mellow out.'

Thoughts of cozying up in your warm bed to read helped make you feel better as you opened the door to your room and walked inside. You weren't usually one to curl up under the covers unless you were going to bed, but you felt like you were probably overdue for a simple comfort like this.

Just as you were turning back your covers & preparing to snuggle-in your eye caught something by your pillow.

You tensed as you thought you recognized what looked suspiciously like a couple legs of a certain creature that you knew all too well and very much despised, but then you relaxed again. Took a breath. Tried to think rationally.

Surely it's not. It wouldn't be. You've never found one in your bed in your whole life of living in this house, you highly doubted they'd start now. Peter must have somehow gotten your fake spider back from Yondu and thought he'd play a prank. Probably hoping that if you were focused on a prank war your mind wouldn't be trapped in any bad thoughts or memories. That was the case, surely.

Denial is one hell of a drug.

You rolled your eyes as you reached down and lifted your pillow up, only to drop it just as quickly and jerk back from your bed.

Not only was the spider real- and huge- it had a (slightly smaller) mate. Surprisingly they didn't seem phased by you uncovering them, or your sudden movements. They just laid still, as if asserting dominance.

No. No no no. Not ok. You couldn't handle this. Not in your bed. Nope. Nope nope.

Barely breathing, you didn't even have a chance to clear your head enough to think of a solution before one of them moved- and then you bolted.

There was a brick in your stomach and you needed air. Heart was thundering in your chest and your footsteps were coming a bit rushed as you descended the stairs, but you didn't care. You just needed out. You didn't even bother to grab your jacket and only moments passed before you cleared the back door and the cold night air hit you in the face.

It was only then that you realized you also hadn't bothered to throw on any shoes, and you had regained enough presence of mind to be grateful that at least the ground was dry as you made your way toward the shed.

Not really having a plan as to where you were headed, you stopped and rested against the backside of the shed. The wood was cold against your back as you took some deep breaths, attempting to keep yourself quiet and tell yourself not to scream. It was all you could do to keep the tears back.

Perhaps if the incident in town hadn't already taken a massive hit to your defenses you might be better able to deal with this, see that it wasn't actually a world-ending event, but you weren't exactly in a current position to think rationally. All you knew is that you were NOT okay.

Spiders were in your bed! How could you sleep knowing spiders were in your fucking bed?! The thought of them crawling on you while you slept was too much. Visions of giant-ass house spiders crawling over your face filled your head. As irrational as the images may be, you couldn't help but see spiders trying to crawl in your mouth- your eyes- You felt sick, and your shaking now had almost nothing to do with the cold. You didn't know what to do, so you tried to take deeper, slower breaths, trying to still your rapidly beating heart. You just needed a moment to pull yourself together and then you could think. But you couldn't think- all you wanted to do was scream-

"Bit cold to be wanderin' without a jacket on, don't ya think?"

A gruff voice had spoken up out of nowhere beside you, and they really shouldn't have done that. Sure, they couldn't have known your current state, or that because of it this startle would have triggered a fight response in you. But it did, and unfortunately for them, before you could even think you were already swinging out to deck whoever it was in the face.

#gotg fanfiction #gotg #gotg fic #x reader #yondu x reader #yondu udonta #marvel #peter quill #starlord #gamora #marvel fanfic #mcu #fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy #spiders #hurt/comfort

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tinkertoysdamn · 15 days ago

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill, Peter Quill/Thor, Gamora/Peter Quill/Thor Characters: Peter Quill, Thor (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Loki (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance, Alternate Universe - Stardust - Neil Gaiman Fusion, Chases, Bisexual Peter Quill, Top Thor (Marvel), Protective Gamora (Marvel), Bad Flirting, Celestial Peter Quill Summary:

In cultures all across the universe, there have been superstitions about falling stars. Though most of them are mere meteors and thus have no magic, there are a precious few that hold real power. To possess such a thing could change the tide of fortune and overturn dynasties. The hope of a single wish could be enough to drive men mad.

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Tasked by their fathers to find a fallen star, Thor Odinson and Gamora race against time and each other to obtain it. Unfortunately for them, the star is not exactly cooperative.

#peter quill #gamora #thor odinson #fic: wfastf #thorquillmora #sometimes it's a wednesday and you're annoyed at work so post!

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homoeroticfisticuffs · 9 months ago

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#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #star lord #gamora #gamora zen whoberi ben titan #starmora #thor #thor odinson #thorquill #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #fic writing #writing process #polls #my polls #my posts

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monsterhunting · 9 months ago

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but don’t give yourself away | starmora new girl au, minor bugborg, 5.2k, complete, on ao3

Here’s the thing: living in an apartment with four other people is both frustrating and exhausting, especially when those four other people are as weird as Peter’s roommates are. Drax is constantly clogging the toilet. Rocket keeps “improving” things in their apartment by taking them apart and then putting them back together in weird, complicated ways that Peter’s pretty sure don’t follow the guidelines of their rental agreement. Groot is actually an ideal roommate on his own, but he enables Rocket to the point where Peter wonders if he should stage an intervention, and also, he never takes out the trash. And Gamora — Well. Gamora is Gamora.

#gotg #guardians of the Galaxy #starmora #peter x gamora #gotg fic #starmora fic #writing tag #*

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can-of-pringles · 7 months ago

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Playing With Fire - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: Canon typical violence, drinking, fighting, it's literally the movie.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Peter and the gang make it to Knowhere.

Note: This is a GOTG AU with my original character. I've been sitting on this fic wip for months and now the first rewritten movie is finished. I hope y'all enjoy and like my gotg oc. The first movie is completely written but I'll be posting it in chapters.

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Carina finished wiping down one of the numerous glass cages, shooting a sympathetic glance at the red-headed girl stuck inside. The girl gave her a similar look back, placing her gloved hand up on the glass for a second.

The redhead lowered her hand, watching as Carina moved on with her task. She leaned her head against the glass, sighing and closing her eyes for a brief moment before she continued people-watching. It wasn’t as if there was anything else she could do.

Carina continued with cleaning. She held a sponge up to another glass cage, pausing cleaning for a moment. She immediately bowed her head when she heard The Collector say her name.

“Yes, Master,” she spoke timidly.

“Your people have elbows, do they not?” He approached her.

She glanced down at her arms for a second, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “We do, Master.”

“Then use them.”

She looked up at him, trying to hide her fear.

“I don’t have to remind you what happened to the last attendant who disappointed me. Do I?” His tone was cold.

She held back a gasp and glanced away, looking at the poor Krylorian girl locked in a cage. She was hooked up to dangerous electrical wires; blatant fear in her eyes. Carina’s heart ached for her, but there wasn’t anything she could do.

“Chop, chop. Our guests will be here soon,” he added.

Carina remembered the sponge in her hand and went back to cleaning, furiously scrubbing the cage as if her life depended on it; in this case, that wasn’t hard to imagine.

The redhead nearby perked up at the mention of guests. All kinds of people came to visit semi-regularly, but by The Collector’s growing impatience, it sounded different this time. Perhaps some sort of special business deal?

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Peter fiddled with his gun, practicing aiming it before the meeting with The Collector.

“Heads up! We’re inbound.” Rocket announced.

Peter placed his gun down and climbed up the ship’s ladder. He looked out of the ship’s main window. Groot sat in the co-pilot’s seat while Rocket focused on piloting. Gamora and Drax stood nearby.

“Whoa.” He exclaimed, seeing how big The Collector’s museum was out in space.

“What is it?” Drax asked.

“It’s called Knowhere. The severed head of an ancient celestial being,” Gamora explained. “Be wary-headed in, rodent.” She looked at Rocket before sitting down. “There are no regulations whatsoever here.”

They flew inside through its eye socket, being careful to fly past the multiple caverns, structures, and all the mining machines. Once they found a place to land, they parked the Milano and got out.

“Hundreds of years ago, the Tivan Group sent workers in to mine the organic matter within the skull. Bone, brain tissue, spinal fluid. All rare resources, highly valued in black markets across the galaxy. It’s dangerous and illegal work, suitable only for outlaws,” she spoke as they walked in, trying to blend in with the local crowds.

“Well, I come from a planet of outlaws. Billy the Kid, Bonnie and Clyde, John Stamos,” Peter rattled off.

“It sounds like a place, which I would like to visit,” Drax commented.

“Yeah, you should.”

A group of kids were running nearby when they saw them, suddenly stopping in front of them.

“Excuse me,” one kid said.

“Watch your wallets.” Peter reminded them.

“Can you spare any units?” Another kid asked.

While the rest of the kids were begging for money, one girl stopped in front of Groot; smiling. She watched curiously as he reached his hand out and started growing a flower in the palm of his hand. Once he was finished, he plucked it and handed it to her. She kindly accepted it and smiled as she looked down at the blossom.

Groot smiled as well and continued with the group as they walked to their destination.

“Your buyer’s in there?” Rocket looked up at Gamora and gestured to the bar in the distance with a tilt of his head.

“We are to wait here for his representative.”

Crowds of people stood outside, waiting to get in. The bouncer at the front roughly threw someone out, letting him fall to the ground.

“This is no respectable establishment. What do you expect us to do while we wait?” Drax complained, not catching on.

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The music boomed while everyone inside partied and had a blast. Drax and Rocket cheered as they watched the game on the table while surrounded by the other gamblers; betting on F’saki and Orloni. They watched as one of the Orloni got devoured by a bigger F’saki. Groot didn’t hide his shock. The smile he had turned into a frown.

“Yahoo!” Rocket cheered, holding a dark blue drink in one paw.

Another Orloni ran across the table, trying to escape from being captured. He ultimately lost, getting snatched up and eaten by a F’saki.

“My Orloni has won, as I won at all things!” Drax shouted.

The F’saki looked around the cheering crowd, enjoying all the attention it was receiving.

Drax raised his drink. “Now, let’s put more of this liquid into our bodies.”

Rocket looked at him and raised his glass as well. “That’s the first thing you said that wasn’t bat-shit crazy!”

Outside of the bar, Gamora stood at the railing of a balcony, looking out into space. She turned her head to the sound of Peter’s voice.

“Man, you wouldn’t believe what they charge for fuel out here. I might actually lose money on this job,” Peter spoke, moving to stand next to her.

“My connection is making us wait,” she responded, frankly sounding tired of the whole thing. She absentmindedly polished her blade.

“It’s just a negotiation tactic. Trust me, this is my specialty.” He leaned against the railing, looking at her. “Where yours is more, ‘stab, stab. Those are my terms.’” He deadpanned.

She scoffed lightly and smiled a bit, glancing at him for a moment before looking away. Her smile faded. “My father didn’t stress diplomacy.”

“Thanos?”

She looked at him again, mildly glaring. “He’s not my father.”

He stayed silent, briefly glancing down before looking at her again.

“When Thanos took my home world, he killed my parents in front of me. He tortured me, turned me into a weapon,” Gamora admitted.

Peter blinked a couple of times, trying to hide his initial shock.

“When he said he was going to destroy an entire planet for Ronan, I couldn’t stand by and…” She trailed off, instead noticing his Walkman.

“Why would you risk your life for this?” She gently grabbed it off his belt, pressing a button on it. It started playing a song.

“My mother gave it to me,” he answered.

She looked up at him.

“My mom liked sharing with me all the pop songs that she loved growing up. I happened to have it on me, when I was… the day that she…” He went silent, trying to steady his voice. “You know, when I left Earth.” He ignored the burn he felt in his throat, getting teary-eyed. He gently took it back from her, clipping it to his belt again.

“What do you do with it?” She asked.

“Do? Nothing. You listen to it. Or you can dance.”

“I’m a warrior and an assassin. I do not dance.” She stated matter-of-factly.

He gave her a look. She ignored it and turned to look back out into space.

“Really? Well, on my planet, there’s a legend about people like you. It’s called Footloose. And in it, a great hero named Kevin Bacon teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that dancing, well… it’s the greatest thing there is.” He slightly lectured.

“Who put the sticks up their butts?” She asked.

“What? No, that’s just a—”

“That is cruel.” She didn’t hide her disdain.

“It’s just a phrase people use,” he explained.

She still furrowed her brows in confusion. Peter took off his headphones and carefully placed them on her head. She took it in for a moment, listening to the music.

“The melody is pleasant!” She raised her voice.

He jumped a little in surprise, but nodded, quickly regaining his composure. He looked into her eyes, slowly reaching his hand out to hers. She hesitantly accepted it. They stood inches apart. He slowly leaned in to kiss her before she quickly pulled her knife out against his throat, shouting, no.

“Ow! What the hell?” He exclaimed, feeling the sharpness of the blade she held against his neck.

“I know who you are, Peter Quill! And I am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your… your pelvic sorcery!” She told him off.

“That is not what’s happening here.” He choked the words out. The blade was dangerously close to cutting him.

She decided to release him. Peter heard loud shouting coming from the bar. He turned and in the distance saw a fight between Drax and Groot.

“Oh, no.” He groaned in annoyance and headed inside toward the fight.

Drax pinned Groot to the ground, repeatedly punching him in the face. The surrounding crowd shouted and cheered Drax on. Groot grew out his vines and wrapped them around Drax, trying to choke him. He yelled and managed to pull off the vines, breaking them. Rocket aimed his gun at Drax, prepared to shoot him.

Gamora stepped in and pulled Drax off of Groot. “Stop it!”

Rocket ignored her, still ready to shoot. Peter rushed in and stepped in front of Rocket, blocking him.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?!” He exclaimed.

“This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!” Drax argued. Gamora still held him back.

“That is true!” Rocket admitted, not having any shame.

“He has no respect!” Drax continued.

“That is also true!”

“Hold on! Hold on!” Peter held his hand out, trying to stop the fight from escalating.

Groot finally recovered and stood up, fixing his jaw.

“Keep calling me vermin, tough guy! You just wanna laugh at me like everyone else!” Rocket accused.

“Rocket, you’re drunk. All right? No one’s laughing at you.” Peter tried to calm him down.

“He thinks I’m some stupid thing! He does!” Rocket continued. “Well, I didn’t ask to get made!”

Everyone stared at him, speechless.

“I didn’t ask to be torn apart, and put back together over and over and turned into some…” He took a breath, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. “Some little monster!”

“Rocket, no one is calling you a monster,” Peter spoke.

“He called me ‘vermin’!” He pointed at Drax.

Drax glared at him while Gamora still held him back.

“She called me ‘rodent’!”

Gamora turned her head and looked at him.

Rocket gritted his teeth, and his eyes watered. “Let’s see if you can laugh after five or six good shots to your frickin’ face!” He readied his gun again, aiming at them.

Drax tried to break free of Gamora’s grasp. Peter jumped in to stand in front of Rocket, attempting to get him to stop.

“No, no, no, no! Four billion units! Rocket! Come on, man! Hey!” He stammered.

Rocket bared his teeth, showing his sharp canines.

“Suck it up for one more lousy night and you’re rich.”

Rocket took a while to think it over. He lowered his gun and glanced down, still contemplating. Everyone watched with bated breath. Groot looked away, visibly upset. Rocket furrowed his brows and powered down the gun.

“Fine. But I can’t promise, when all this is over I’m not gonna kill every last one of you jerks,” he said, resigned.

“See? That’s exactly why none of you have any friends!” Peter gestured to all of them. “Five seconds after you meet somebody, you’re already trying to kill them!”

“We have traveled halfway across the quadrant. And Ronan is no closer to being dead.” Drax turned and walked away.

“Drax!”

“Let him go.” Gamora watched him leave. “We don’t need him.”

They all turned their heads when they heard the sound of a door opening. Inside stood Carina. “Milady Gamora, I’m here to fetch you for my master.” She bowed and gestured toward the door.

#guardians of the galaxy #gotg #marvel #gotg oc #eliška hašek #peter quill #star lord #gamora #drax the destroyer #groot #rocket raccoon #gotg fanfiction #gotg fic #my writing #pringles writing #taneleer tivan #the collector

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astromechs · 9 months ago

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my interest in actually reading marvel comics again will wake up from its coma when rich rider wakes up from his

#judge judy tapping watch tapping table dot gif #sorry for comicsposting tonight i guess #i'm gonna go write a fic where pete and gamora give him kisses and he wakes up :)#(time will tell if i'm joking or not)

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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago

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Part 4

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His Sky

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Rocket led me through the spaceship until he found an empty room where he shut it with his foot. I lifted myself up on the bed where I winced, staring at him wearing a shirt and pants while I wasn't wearing any clothing. "Uh is this weird for me to not be wearing what you have on?"

"Don't worry what you look like around me. But if any of the others say anything about you I'll blast them." He lightly threatened while he dug around in one of the carts until he found a shirt. "Try that on, squirrel."

Catching the fabric he tossed at me I shrugged it over my head with my tail peaking up unlike Rockets that was ust swaying down back and forth while he was watching me. "So…uh…what do we do now?"

"We don't have to do anything now. I took care of that asshole and got you back. The only thing that matters is you and me together." He spoke, putting his hand on my knee, tilting his head to the side curiously. "Hey, you crying?"

Wrapping my arms around myself I felt tears falling down my face where he quickly climbed up on the bunk beside me. He doesn't hesitate in putting his arms around me and I leaned into his touch. "It's just you... .I never thought I would ever get out of that place. The torture that he put me through after you escaped was….I can still feel what they did to me."

"Hey, look at me. He's not going to touch you ever again you hear me. I will blast or blow up anyone who tries to hurt you Y/n." He declares placing his paws on the sides of my furry face.

Without thinking I wrapped my arms around him in a hug feeling him slightly tense but he relaxed when one of my hands ran over behind his ear stratching there. "Y/n…ohhh."

"What am I hurting you. I'm sorry." I drew back afraid since he made a noise.

He shook his head giving me a tiny smile that said a whole lot more was coming from him. "No, it's nice. But I'm supposed to be helping you."

"Rock, it's okay. You have already helped me. I'm just emotional is all." Wiping away some tears with my arm we just stared at each other letting silence fill the room.

The raccoon shook his head running his hands down his face trying to change his demeanor around me. "Urgh I used to be good at this stuff when I was a young idiot." He looked over at the door before he took my hand again and he tugs me down to lay beside him on the bunk.

His eyes scanned over my body. He saw no new metal implications throughout my body which made him slightly happy because those surgeries hurt like hell. Yet he brushed his fingers over a fresh burn spot he could see on my hip, shoulder and in other spots too. "Those assholes shouldn't have hurt you…I shouldn't have left you with him. I…I had time before they got there. I could have grabbed you and we could have flown away together."

"Rock, don't blame yourself for what happened. I told you to go for a reason. If you had stayed he would have cut both our brains and we would be dead right now." I lifted my head up meeting his gaze before I interviewed my paw with his giving him a smile. "You saved me."

His ears perked upwards at that. "Yeah I mean I am the smartest person on the ship…you're smart too."

"But you're probably a better pilot than me." I smiled since I had never flown a spaceship.

Rocket nodded. "I can teach you. Plus I make advanced blasters and bombs too."

“One thing at a time, my raccoon.” I chuckled waiting for him to say he wasn’t a raccoon but he didn’t.

He instead said back to me. “I’ve missed ya, Squirrel.” He slowly pulled me for a hug and I leaned into his touch. Gripping the fabric of his shirt I smiled feeling his arms wrap around my waist.

The door suddenly opened where I got behind Rocket, almost climbing on his back growling through my teeth. “Rocket, we’re almost home now. Woah, was I interrupting something?” I recognized the Terran who wore the red jacket and carried a blaster on his hip.

“Get out of here, Quill. This doesn’t concern your Terran ass!” Rocket growled, snapping his teeth at him sharply.

The Terran he called Quill raised his hands in the air. “Easy dude. I’ll leave you two alone.” He walked away not bothering to shut the door behind him when he left but it didn’t matter.

Climbing off of Rocket’s shoulders he gently spoke to me when I plopped back down beside him. “Easy there, Y/n. These idiots aren’t gonna hurt you.”

“Sorry, just a force of habit now I guess. Are you always that snarky with them? Cause you’re never that way with me except when I call you what animal you actually are.” Knitting my brows together I met his gaze with my ears twitching slightly.

He shrugs his shoulders jumping down from the bed offering me his paws to put mine in before I jump down from the bunk. “They’re my family. They are idiots half the time but regardless they are my family.”

“So what do you see when you look at me?” I asked him lightly, tilting my head to the side.

He takes my hands in his struggle to get the words out. “I uh…do you want to be with me?”

“Yes, Rocket. I thought it was obvious how I feel about you.” Sending him a smile I squeezed his hands in mine with my tail swinging around since I was happy for once.

Rocket tilted his head to the side. “Hey I don’t know, I don't do well with emotions. I just know that I really enjoy blowing things up. I could make you a jetpack like the one I have then we go flyin.” He sends me an awkward smile staring down at me since I was slightly shorter than him.

“You’ll have to teach me how that works. But I’m glad you really like me too.” Stepping closer to the raccoon I watched his eyes scan me over. I didn’t wait for him to do something before I put my paws on his shoulders kissing him.

His body stiffened against my body but he didn’t pull away like I was expecting him to do. Rocket to my surprise and slight joy leaned forward and kissed me back. We remained kissing each other until we heard someone eating chips in the hallway. “A raccoon and a squirrel kissing. Who would have thought that?”

“Dude, how long have you been standing there?” Rocket broke away from me where I tilted my head down to the ground feeling some heat going to my furry cheeks.

Drax put a chip in his mouth. “Ever since Quill left. But you didn’t notice me because I have mastered the art of standing so still.”

“We’ll get the heck out of here before I blast your ass!” Rocket growled, stepping in front of me with his hands into fists. He stomped forward slamming the door shut running his hands down his face growling through frustration.

Sending him a look I climbed back onto the bed when I winced feeling some pain in my back from the metal they put inside us. Leaving my legs to dangle down I looked at my partner. “Don’t worry about them, Rock. They're just curious I guess. Since you make them think you don’t care.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. You are almost as smart as I am so you’ve got good judgment.” Rocket climbed up into the small cot beside me. His eyes went soft and his tone of voice changed laying on his side like I was. “How are you feeling…now that you’re not a prisoner?”

I winced reaching for his hand and he allowed me to take it in mine. “My back is hurting. Do you have this too?”

“Yeah I do. I’m here though for you.” He reluctantly opened his arms gesturing with his head for me to come closer into his embrace.

Snuggling into his furry chest he wrapped his arms around my waist with his chin resting on my head. Gripping the fabric of his shirt I buried my face into his chest. “Thanks Rocket.”

“You’re welcome, Y/n.” He whispered letting out a breath enjoying the feeling of actually being able to hold me in his arms. No more needles. No more metal cages separating us. “Just don’t tell the others that we do this. I don’t want them seeing me and you acting weak. If that’s okay?”

Nuzzling my nose with his I nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry they don’t need to know everything.” Laying my head back against his chest, Rocket actually got somewhat of a good night's sleep and I actually got to sleep for once without any problems.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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incorrect-starbula · 6 months ago

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Gamora: So you finally got a date with the man of your dreams, and your first move is to make a flow chart?

Nebula: And a map!

Gamora: Seems like you’re putting a lot of pressure on this...

#i still wanna write a fic about their first date someday xD #guardians of the galaxy #incorrect quotes #starbula #nebula #gamora #marvel #source: my adventures with superman

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gnatromanoff · 2 years ago

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Yelena doesn’t believe it. She can’t.

“Where is this magic cliff?” Yelena asks, and Nebula seems to already understand where this is going.

“There’s nothing there. The planet is uninhabitable,” Nebula says. “Trust me.”

“But—but what if now that the Soul Stone is gone, the trades could be undone?” Yelena’s sure she sounds desperate, and she knows she’s grasping at straws, but— “What if we could find something there that could bring them back?”

“That’s not how this works.”

“But how do you know?”

Nebula shakes her head with a frustrated scowl, turning away. “You’re just like Nat. So stubborn.”

After Yelena discovers she is not the only one to have lost her older sister in a very specific way, she reaches out to Nebula for answers. Unsatisfied with what information Nebula has to offer, Yelena convinces her to take her to Vormir, where it turns out there may be a way to bring their sisters back after all.

read on ao3!

#mine*#ao3 #starmora #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #nebula #gamora #peter quill #rocket raccoon #gotg #gotg fic #gotg fanfiction #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #peter quill x gamora #needed this fix-it to cope with the state of post-endgame gotg cuz.....

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ausetevi · 2 months ago

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Largo Descent (Loki x Nebula)

Loki

Out of all the places in the galaxy, he never thought his quest would lead him.. Here. How fitting, searching for the heart of a dead celestial being by traversing the mind of another. Poetic.

He landed the small ship he had stolen in the main hangar of Knowhere which was already crowded with other ships of all shapes and sizes. He pulled himself out of the cockpit, heading down the ramp of the single person ship. He sneered internally as he took in the crowd around him, at his own peasant clothes. All of this was below him, should be below him. But, there was always the fact that he had barely escaped with his life during the war on Earth. After nearly having his neck broken, he had slithered into the shadows, hiding. Occasionally helping from afar. He grimaced as he rubbed his throat absentmindedly, remembering the Mad Titan’s hand wrapped around his neck.

He shook himself from those thoughts, he could worry about that later. He had a job to do. Find the Collector. Locate the map. Steal it, and the Heart was his. Simple, quick. With just enough challenge to keep things interesting. He smirked slightly to himself, slipping into the crowd to secure his destiny.

The inside of the dead celestial’s skull was something to behold. Patch work metal structures were crammed into every available inch. The sounds of alien tongues and the hum of machines clogged whatever space was left over.

Loki strolled down the cramped streets playing the part of a curious passer by well. The cheap light of thousands of neon signs highlighted the sharp angles of his face. He glanced around, his eyes flicking over the strange creatures and odd shops around him. Now to find the Collector.

After a little too long of searching, Loki was growing unnerved. He knew he wouldn't be the only one after the map and the longer he spent wandering around the higher the chance of someone getting to it before him. He glanced around casually, looking for a sign of anyone who stood out of place. That was going to be difficult, given the amount of already strange creatures there were. Then he saw it, a flicker of too quick movement out of the corner of his eye.

He stopped offhandedly at a stall selling multicolored glassware and other shiny trinkets made of things he couldn't even name.

He glanced over the glass, before picking up a reflective vase. Pretending to inspect it, he tilted the vase to the side, catching the reflections of the crowd over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed as he saw the figure in the curve of the vase. The figure was cloaked. How original. He thought wryly.

The figure was walking at an almost breakneck pace, storming through the crowd. A few curious eyes glanced up at the figure but none strayed for too long for fear of causing trouble. Loki watched as the figure stormed past where he stood and he carefully set the vase down. The shop owner hurried over to him, offering the vase and talking in a garbled tongue. Loki held up a hand and shook his head.

“Just looking.” He said with a sympathetic smile. The shop owner, a green man with beady eyes, shoved the vase forward again, pleading in a foreign language. Loki feigned a sympathetic smile and shook his head, turning to stroll off. The shop keep huffed before turning to haggle another potential buyer, leaving Loki to slip back into the crowd. Scanning over the faces, he spotted the cloaked figure as they strode through the crammed street, shoving past people. He smirked slightly too himself. This would be too easy, too easy indeed.

He trailed the figure through the crowd keeping a careful distance. They went down several streets, turning into a clearly practiced route. After a while of following, the cloaked figure took a sharp left turn, storming into an alleyway. Loki quickened his pace subtly, not wanting to lose them.

He carefully peered into the narrow alleyway, searching. He saw the shape of a leather hood in the dim light. His fingers brushed over the knife he had hidden inside his coat, preparing. He hurried after the figure quietly, keeping to the shadows. Just as they were about to turn out he gripped their shoulder and shoved the figure into a wall, pressing the blade into their throat.

“Where is the collector?” He asked cooly. A girl with pink skin blinked up at him wide eyed in shock. Her mouth opened and closed like a caught fish for a second before she responded.

“D-down the way, to the left in the big museum . . “ She sputtered. He glanced her over, confused. She was shaking in fear. This girl was not who he had followed into the alley way. He'd lost the cloaked one.

The girl wore a simple leather jacket and servants dress with her hair curled into pigtails. He had recognized her uniform from when he had done a little digging on the Collector.

“You work for him, don't you?” He mused. The girl gave a stiff nod. He carefully pulled his knife away and slipped it back into the lining of his coat. He made a sweeping gesture.

“Show me, if you please.” He gave her a cold smile. The girl gave another stiff nod, moving rigidly off the wall and moving forward.

“Y-yes! Right this way . .” She said dazed, still processing the situation. Loki moved after her back into the crowd, his mouth twisting into a slight, grim smile. He would finish this before anyone knew what had begun.

Nebula

It had been years since she had set foot in Knowhere. The last time she'd been here, she was trying to kill her sister and get the power stone back. She thought, hoped really, that she wouldn't have to come back. But this was not a sentimental journey, not that Nebula was much for sentiments. Somebody here had something, something she and a whole lot of other people wanted. She knew she wasn't the only one going for the map, that much was obvious. But it was a matter of who else and what else was going to go for it. Some guy called the ‘Collector’ had his grimy little hands on it. Nebula had seen the man once before, the last time she was on knowhere. He was a strange little creep, with a shock of white hair, a pompous coat and way too much eye makeup for anybody to reasonably have. Getting the map from him would be almost too easy.

Nebula stalked through the crowd, keeping her head down and hood pulled low over her face. The sea of people parted at her brisk pace, not wanting to be trampled.

Her boots thumped rhythmically against the metal grate platform beneath her feet. She followed the virtual path that she had brought up in her mind's eye. Painful as it was, being part machine had its perks.

After turning down several streets, she had sensed something. Someone was following her. She rolled her eyes. Now was not the time for a common mugger to try to threaten her for some pocket change. Not that she would let them, they'd be dead before they even lifted their weapon. But there was something a little too casual about her new tail, this wasn't a thief. At Least not the usual kind. As she turned another street corner, she risked a small glance at her pursuer. A male, humanoid, with pale skin and dark hair. He would have looked like nothing more than a casual traveler, passing through. But there was something about the watchfulness of his movements that made her assassin instincts flair. On any other day, she would have turned right then and there and confronted him. But she had a job to do, and she wasn't about to risk her plans for a low life like this.

So she veered left into a small, dark alleyway that smelled of waste and who knows what else. She pressed her back against the wall, slinking lower to the ground. She crouched behind an old dumpster, keeping deathly still.

She heard the man slip into the alley way, moving stealthily through it. She watched, almost amused as he drew a knife and grabbed a random girl, shoving her against the wall with a metallic bang. He murmured something that she could not quite hear. She caught a few words of their exchange as she adjusted her hearing frequencies.

“-Work for him, don't you?” Her brows drew. She knew that voice . .

“Show me, if you please.” Then it clicked.

Loki. She nearly growled in frustration. Of course that little snake was here, he was after the same thing she was. The Heart.

The girl squeaked out something else and the two left. Nebula glowered after them for a second, before standing swiftly and turning back the way she came. She should have known he would be here, half the power hungry people this side of the galaxy would be gunning for that map.

But he had foiled her plans, the girl in the alley way had been her contact and her quick way into the Collector’s museum. She had promised the girl her freedom in exchange for leading Nebula to the heart. It had been a hefty promise, but one Nebula intended to follow through with. She knew what it was like to be a slave.

But now that was all to waste, she had to find another way in. But that would be no problem, she'd always been resourceful. If she had to find the back door, so be it.

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