#save groot

[nerdy-talks]

Important PSA : Save Groot!

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I honestly have never posted anything like this before, on Tumblr or any other social media site, but a very dire situation has come to my attention that needs and deserves recognition.

This beautiful boy was diagnosed with cancer.

Because of the overwhelming medical bills as well as ongoing treatment required…. Groot’s wonderful, amazing, caring, loving, generous human named Autumn needs help.

She has already held fundraisers, sold a bunch of her stuff, took commissions, accepted help from her friends and family, and both Autumn and her fiancé spent whatever they had in their savings.

(The most recent bill was an unexpected hospital stay that was over $4,000. But because of that hospital stay, Groot is currently back home, right where he belongs by Autumn's side.)

All of this has kept Groot alive and thriving.

Thanks to all of Autumn’s efforts and refusal to give up on her precious pup, Groot is successfully beating cancer.

In fact, his veterinarian as well as the oncologists caring for Groot have given him a very positive prognosis. They have praised his strength and the journey he is conquering step by step.

They are confident that Groot will thrive after overcoming this difficult obstacle in his life.

However!

While Groot has taken his chemo treatments very well, he still requires several more rounds.

He needs to receive approximately 12 more rounds of chemo over the course of the next 3 or so months.

Because Groot is such a strong, lively, tenacious little warrior who still has a long life ahead of him, I am asking for everyone to please spread this around!

I completely understand if you personally cannot donate. Times are tough, and everyone is struggling in one way or another.

Autumn also understands this.

She has told me multiple times just how extremely guilty and sick she feels from seeking help. She is doing absolutely everything she can, even applying for loans and credit cards to cover the extra costs on her own.

Autumn is not the kind of person who expects others to contribute/donate to her. She is under immense amounts of stress and dealing with so much currently, yet she still remains unbelievably considerate, sensitive, thoughtful, and understanding towards everyone else and their situations.

And that’s exactly why I’m posting this. Autumn and Groot need and deserve our help!

So even if you can’t donate monetarily, reblogging and sharing this would be greatly appreciated and make such a difference!

The more people who see this, the better.

Groot is more than just a dog to Autumn. Groot is her best friend, her family member, her baby, her world.

She has given everything for him, so let’s help both Autumn and Groot in any way possible!

If you are able to donate, you can do so at this link here —> Groot’s GoFundMe

If you would like to follow Groot’s journey and leave words of kindness/encouragement, you can follow Groot_The_Dog8 on TikTok

You have my sincere and eternal gratitude 💙

[ohfugecannada]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) | Marvel’s Rocket & Groot: Space Walk (2017)

[lokiiied]

SAID IT ONCE I’LL SAY IT AGAIN GUARDIANS ARE/FOR THE AUTISTICS/DISABLED/NDS ‼️‼️

[amelia-mariee]

my toxic trait is how confident i am that i could be a guardian of the galaxy

[imblocking-you]

AINT NO WAY THEYRE SHIPPING QUILL WITH NEBULA

[mrwolfhare]

I was unable to upload a drawtober pic yesterday, so... here's a gif of Rocket spinning in a chair to make up for it.

[lashelldowhower2000blog]

[crazynerdandproud]

I was really not expecting Will Poulter to be Adam Warlock. He was such a fun little guy. Also the catalyst for his redemption arc being the little creature he adopted. Like. The sovereign told him to kill it. He was committing blasphemy by keeping it. But like the sovereign said he is more or less just a kid. And already he is going against everything the High Evolutionary is going for. He finds a “lower life form” and bonds with it. He loves this creature for what it is, not what it could be. And that is in direct contrast to the High Evolutionary. The moment he decided to care for and protect the little guy was the moment it becomes evident that he will be a good guy.

[curedestiny4]

Incorrect Quotes #210

Achmed: Sniffles's refusing to wear his glasses!  Sniffles: Achmed, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch.  Sniffles: *points to Balthazor* Balthazor.  Sniffles: *points to Groot* Groot.  Sniffles: *points to Courage* Sasquatch.

Courage: HEY!

(NOTE: Just a while ago, Courage met Sasquatch (a.k.a. Bigfoot) in episode 3 of his show. Small world we all live in.)

[skythealmighty]

Italian

Groot

If you think you're a boy read all the letters in this post that are blue in color. If you think you're a girl read all the letters in this post that are pink in color. If you're nonbinary read all the letters in this post that are orange in color.

[heatherlucky29]

If the shot of Adam reaching for Peter looked familiar, it's because it was a reference to Michelangelo's Creation of Adam painting (1512):

In addition to Adam's hand position being a fun nod to his status as a "god among men" (he takes the place of God in the original work) the reference implies that Adam's decision to save Peter's life- arguably one of the first choices he has truly made for himself- was a moment of creation... the one in which Adam used his Groot-given second chance to become the person (the hero) he always had the capacity to be💛

[elsaqueenofstress]

thinking about how quill used music as his only reminder of his mother, to the point that he would risk his own life to save it and keep part of her alive, and how we're introduced to him as the one who dances while everyone around him rolls their eyes, and how he raises baby groot to be the first of the team to dance as openly and joyfully as him, and how this groot is the first one to dance during the last scene, and how rocket – who hums tunelessly while he works until he's building stereos to play tunes while fighting until his favorite song is "come and get your love" – joins him without any self-consciousness, and how quill left rocket his zune and team leadership but the first gift he ever gave him was a name for what he was: raccoon, and how drax overcomes his stubborn adherence to never dancing because what matters more to him than being a stoic destroyer is being a father, who makes the hundreds of children that look up to him laugh with delight, and who gets to watch mantis (whose innocence reminded him of his daughter) set off into the world with her own purpose the way his own child never got to, and how nebula dances along with them, no longer holding herself to the second-best status that thanos forced on her, instead at home as a leader who can fight with her family without having to compete with them, and how she stills talks to gamora, who is able to accept that she once meant the world to the guardians, once spoke their language and joined in their hugs and was part of their fun, but that she doesn't owe it to them to join in the dance and be that same person, and returns to the adoptive family that she feels at home with, and the lyric "leave all your love and your longing behind / you can't carry it with you if you want to survive," and how in order to go forward the guardians can't all stay together, but how that doesn't mean they aren't still a team and a family because how do you truly leave the people who have dragged you, doubting and kicking and screaming, toward comfort and security and happiness? for the hottest, slowest, laziest days to end, the ones where you lost best friends and spouses and children and siblings and years of your life and memories with someone, the ones where you run from your past and pretend you were never in pain, never loved anyone, you have to let that hope catch up with you (“happiness hit her / like a bullet in the back”). anyway i think this was a pretty good series like this post if you also had a laugh or two over cosmo the space dog's telekinetic hijinks!!

[artist-issues]

I love Peter Quill's EMPATHY.

The second thing we learn about him (besides his love of music) is that he gets into fights with other boys because they "killed a little frog that didn't do nothing."

The filmmakers specifically give us a close up of HIS face when he notices that Rocket has scars on his back.

He goes to check on Gamora when the prisoners are trying to execute her, even though she tried to steal his orb and kill him and got him captured by Nova Corps.

He tries to keep Rocket and Groot and Drax from killing each other even though he has nothing to gain from keeping the peace, and he tries to comfort Rocket and looks distressed when Rocket says "I didn't ask to be taken apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster."

He has the most scenes of being willing to listen to insensitive Drax when Drax is trying to give advice.

Obviously he saves Gamora at the cost of his own well-being when she's stranded in space

He thanks Drax when Drax awkwardly proclaims them as friends, meanwhile Gamora snaps at him.

He rallies everybody into saving innocents and becoming heroes.

He notices Rocket, who has been nothing but a jerk to him, vaguely comparing himself to Yondu as a mean guy who miraculously didn't push his friends away. And then he makes this face,

Which is by far my favorite "Kind Starlord" moment, and says, "well of course not." Purely to comfort Rocket and reassure him that they're family, without actually SAYING all that mushy stuff, so Rocket keeps his pride without having to apologize.

And, you know, all of GOTG Vol. 3.

[autumn-hiraeth]

omg i love your adam warlock writings soo much 💓💓 do you mind doing a clingy/protective!adam x guardian!reader? i wasn't 100% sure if your request were open or not, but if they aren't ignore this!! have a great day love <3

aww, i'm so glad that you like my writings <33 it means a lot, sweetie❤‍🔥

thank u for requesting, I hope you like it! <33

have a beautiful day!

“ Adam's masterlist”

Adam looked at you attentively repairing one of the buildings that had been destroyed, the golden boy had learned that you were an extraordinary being and capable of taking care of yourself, but it had been you who had smiled at him for the first time when Groot saved him and after that you helped him adapt to his new life. So it should come as no surprise that Adam wanted to protect the one thing that he can't live without, that was you.

At first, it was weird that the golden boy would follow you and try to help you so you wouldn't get hurt, which made Drax bother you 'cause he said Adam was your babysitter, but then you understood his situation, so you let him stay by your side most of the time.

His company was nice, he used to be around you making sure you were out of danger and for some reason it comforted you to have him around; Adam was kind, nice and sweet, he was also strong and pretty handsome...

pretty handsome?

The thought made you distracted, and consequently you dropped some structures of the building under construction, you were waiting for the hit , but it never came, in a blink you were in Adam's arms.

You gasped in amazement at his reflexes, but he seemed too concerned "I'm fine Adam" you tried to calm him down, then his hand caressed your face looking for injuries

"I have to take you to the nursing wing y/n" he said, ready to start his journey towards Nebula with you in his arms, bridal style.

"I assure you that's not necessary Adam, I'm fine, you saved me" you replied feeling his heart race at your words, you leaned your head on his chest enjoying the feeling.

Adam looked at you, his pretty eyes looking into yours as he held you "I'd never let anything bad happen to you y/n" he whispered seeing you blush and that was the most beautiful sight for his eyes.

You sighed wrapping your arms around his neck "I know, Adam" the boy hummed happily and just stayed with you in his arms, leaving a kiss on your head, not caring that certain guardians seemed to be enjoying the show.

Now Drax would no longer say that Adam was your babysitter but your boyfriend... and that thought didn't bother you.

[five-hxrgreeves]

Not Like Quill

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

WC: 2.5k (longer than I intended, oof!) 

SUMMARY: after your half-brother and half-sister leave, you’re left to fill in Peter’s shoes on the Guardian team. Unfortunately, Rocket can only see the faults where you lack the qualities that his best friend has. Luckily, though, a certain golden boy is always there to cheer you up.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this is my first official one shot AND first time writing for GOTG (hopefully I did a good job.) I saw GOTG3 in the theaters almost a week ago and WOW, was I surprised by Adam!! (I make it a point to not watch trailers to avoid spoilers.) I liked Will in The Dawn Treader but I haven’t seen any of his other movies since they’re not genres I usually watch, but I have been SLEEPING on this man!! I’m now obsessed with Gally (I’ve never even seen TMR but I’ve now read a ton of FFs) and, of course, Adam. So, here’s a one-shot :)

I know that Peter gave Rocket his Zune but in this scenario he gave it to you, his other half-sister. You do have powers but they’re not really mentioned here; if anyone is interested I can make a sequel/prequel.

Part 0 , Part 2

The repairs to Knowhere were going well— or at least as well as could be expected with leaders who bickered as much as the remaining Guardians. Peter and Mantis had left the planet a few weeks ago, leaving everyone quite sad at their departure. But, there were things to do so those that remained moved on as best they could in order help out. You, however, as Peter’s half-sister, had been hit harder by their departures than the others. Mantis and Peter were the only family you had, especially since the group had killed your father (not that he’d been a good one, of course.) Sure, the other Guardians had become like family to you over the years, but they weren’t blood— but this is also the only reason why you decided to stay instead of going off on your own like your siblings.

To make matters worse, the only physical reminder that you had of your brother was his Zune, which he’d left to you since you’d always stolen it anyway. Almost every day since his departure you could be found with the Zune clipped to your belt with at least one— and often both— earbuds plugged in to drown out the world. You busied yourself with helping the rest of the population repair their homes, enjoying the physical work as it tired you out too much to think about your missing family. When you weren’t working, you were training, which is how you (more officially) met one of the newest members of the Guardians, Adam. It hadn’t been the best first meeting, but that was a story for another time.

You were grateful to him for saving your brother so after he apologized for almost killing you, you forgave him pretty easily. Since you wanted to fill up your free time as much as possible, you offered to help train him because although he had powers, he’d barely been a match for the Guardians during the initial fight. You became close because of this and you found that you enjoyed his myriad of questions. You made sure to always be patient when answering him since you knew that the other Guardians were either too busy or would snap at him.

However, that was about the only good thing that had happened to you since the defeat of the High Evolutionary. The only time you really saw Rocket, Groot, Drax or Nebula was when you helped out around the headquarters or went on a mission, and even that wasn’t the same as it used to be. Rocket was a very different leader than Peter; he was, well, smarter, so that was good, but he had yet to acquire any sort of nurturing or encouraging attitude. When they trained as a team to get used to each other (as they had also added Kraglin and Viola to the group), Rocket would veer towards critical rather than critiquing.

“No, on your left, you idiot! Your other left!”

“You call that aim? Blurp could hit the target better than you!”

And, lastly, “that’s not how Quill would do it!”

Ouch. That one was always aimed at you, for anything Rocket could criticize you for. It didn’t have to just be training; sometimes he took it to ridiculous levels, either for the music you selected or the food you cooked. Anything you did, he compared you to your brother. And of course, you loved Peter; along with the other Guardians, he had saved you and Mantis from Ego and for that alone you would love him, but he had left you terribly big shoes to fill and you weren’t even the leader. You tried to hide how much Rocket’s words affected you— usually by keeping your Zune close at hand to drown him out, but they did get you down.

Even worse was his nickname for you. Although it had once been endearing, “little Quill” now felt like more of an insult— as if he knew you could never measure up to Peter. You never confronted him about this since you knew Rocket had a barbed tongue, but after being abandoned by your siblings, his words seemed to hit you harder than before. So, you kept your distance from him as best you could and tolerated it when you couldn’t.

On this particular day, you had decided to make chocolate chip cookies, which Peter had taught you to make on the first ‘Christmas’ that you’d been with the Guardians. You were really missing your brother so you plugged in your earbuds and started on the familiar recipe. In this instance, the kitchen that you were using was communal, so it was no surprise that someone else walked in on you as you baked. You didn’t notice at first, too lost in the music of Bohemian Rhapsody.

Adam had come into the kitchen after following the sweet scent that had caught his attention. He smiled a little at the sight of you standing at the counter, elbow-deep in. . . something. It was golden in color, although lighter than his skin, and flecked with black. He waved to get your attention but as usual, you were oblivious to your surroundings (and you were a fighter?) so he made his way over to you and tapped you on the shoulder.

Feeling the presence of another person, you turned around to see who it was— if it was anyone worth talking to— and when you saw that it was the (literal) golden boy, you sent him a smile and pulled one earbud out of your ear. “Hey, Adam.”

“Hi,” he replied you, still a little uncertain with less formal greetings. “What are you making? It smells really good.”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” you said. “Peter taught me how to make them. Do you want to try some?”

He looked at what was in the bowl curiously. “What does it taste like?”

“It’s sweet. If you liked the smell I’m sure you’d like the taste. Watch,” you instructed. Then you carefully picked up a small bit that had a chocolate chip in it before you at it. You closed your eyes and hummed at the delicious flavor.

Adam copied your action carefully, even going so far as to close his eyes and make the same sound— and then he repeated it more genuinely as he realized how good it was. You grinned at his reaction. “You like it, huh?” When he nodded, you added, “want to help? I’m almost at the fun part!”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where we make the cookies— this is just the batter,” you explained.

After you both washed your hands, you showed him how to form the batter into matching spheres and line them up on the baking tray. As you worked, you talked about the music you were listening to and even transferred your spare earbud to him so Adam could listen as well. Bohemian Rhapsody had become Starless by the band King Crimson. . . and of their better-known members, Adam Belew. You couldn’t help but find it amusing that Adam had the same name, and that one of the lines was “sundown dazzling day/gold through my eyes.”

As he finished forming one of the last cookies, Adam glanced up to see the hint of laughter in your expression. Although he didn’t know what was funny, he smiled back at you. For some reason that he didn’t understand, he was happy that you were happy; it was an emotion that you didn’t really seem to show that often, so the rare chance that he got to see it only made it more special. Your grin widened at you leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially: “now comes the fun part!”

He frowned with confusion. “I thought making the. . . cookies was the fun part,” he said slowly, trying out the new word.

“Sort of, but everyone knows the fun part is licking the bowl!” you exclaimed happily. “Like this.” You scraped some of the remaining batter together until it was big enough to eat before you popped it into your mouth. Together you made quick work of the remaining batter and then you put the bowl in the sink. You’d started the oven earlier, so it was ready for the tray.

After setting the timer, you made a face. “Now it’s time for the worst part: doing the dishes. Peter hated doing them so much that we usually just put them in the contamination chamber and chucked them out to space,” you explained with a giggle. “If anyone asked why we had to buy so many new dishes we just said that Peter was really clumsy.” You finished the story with a wistful look, remembering all the fun that you and your siblings had had before the Snap had ruined everything.

Adam wasn’t sure if doing the dishes was really that bad, but the happiness that had been present while making the cookies had slipped off your face, so he figured that it must be an arduous task. Wanting to spare you the discomfort, he offered: “I can do them, if you want. You did most of the work anyway.”

His suggestion pulled you back to the present and you shook your head. “You don’t have to. Since this is your first time having cookies you can just enjoy them. Next time you have to help,” you added playfully, covering up your sadness as you always did with humor— you learned that from your brother, after all.

The golden boy allowed a small smile at that, although he’d picked up on your habit. “I can wash and you can dry?”

You agreed, and soon the task was done. While you waited for the cookies to be finished you answered a few more of Adam’s questions. You found his curiosity refreshing after spending so much time with smart-ass, know-it-all teammates that wouldn’t know how to ask question if it slapped them in their face. (And yes, you did love your teammates— that’s why you could call them out on their stubbornness.)

The cookies were done about fifteen minutes later and you took them out to cool for another ten before you took one for yourself and one for Adam. You sat down next to him and bit into the warm dessert, closing your eyes again to enjoy it. As much as you liked the batter, the finished cookie was definitely better. Adam seemed to agree as he made the same sound of enjoyment from before, causing you to open your eyes and grin at him. “Good, huh?”

“Definitely,” he agreed, and he was finished with his cookie before you were done with yours.

You saw him eye the tray greedily, which caused you to laugh. “Go ahead, you can have another one.”

As he did so, the other members of the Guardians entered the room, apparently drawn by the same scent that Adam had smelled. Kraglin took his with a nod of thanks, stuffing one in his mouth as he left the room. Viola took one as curiously as Adam had, seeing as she’d never had a cookie either.

“You can take some to the other kids,” you told her— you’d made a double batch since they were pretty popular, so there was plenty. She thanked you as well and took some extra for her friends.

Then, it was Rocket’s turn. After the rest of his reactions to whatever you did, you found yourself holding your breath as you waited for his opinion. It only took a moment before he pronounced: “not bad, Little Quill.” You perked up at that, eyes wide with hope that you had finally done something right— something that Peter couldn’t do better than you. But Rocket wasn’t done: “not like Quill’s, though.”

You slumped in your chair as he took a few extra, oblivious to the effect his words had on you— but Adam noticed. “I think hers are better than Peter’s,” he spoke up quietly.

“Sure, blondie. You ain’t never tried Quill’s though, so ya don’t have a comparison.”

“I don’t need to,” he insisted, glancing over at you. “I know they’re better.”

Rocket scoffed with disbelief but didn’t bother arguing the point (he knew he was right, anyway), and left the room without so much as a thank you. Adam glanced over at your defeated posture; you’d been so confident and happy moments before the other Guardians had come in, but now you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if Rocket’s careless words had physically hurt you. Normally your recovery time after such an incident would be fast so no one else could pick up  on your feelings, but this was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back— if you couldn’t do cookies right, what hope did you have for anything else?

You suddenly felt a warm hand settle on top yours, which had been resting on the counter. You looked up sharply, surprised by the touch— you hadn’t been so much as hugged since Peter and Mantis had left. Adam’s expression was sympathetic, but there was a hint of anger in his golden eyes. “You’re not like Quill,” he said.

Unfortunately, you mistook his words after being so used to Rocket’s insults and looked away. You’d expected this sort of thing from him, not from Adam, and the blow hit you harder than anything Rocket had ever said. “I know,” you snapped, taking your hand away from his. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He gave you a confused look since he wasn’t sure what chord he’d struck to cause your reaction. It dawned on him quickly how his words could have been interpreted and he gently took your hand again as he repeated more firmly: “you’re not like Quill. You’re. . . there isn’t anything to compare. You’re not your brother— Rocket shouldn’t expect the same things from you that he did for Peter.” He hesitated for only moment before he added, “I can. . . talk to him, if you want.”

As he’d spoken, you realized you’d made a mistake and your initial thoughts had been right: Adam wouldn’t use your brother against you. You felt guilty for jumping to conclusions and gave him an apologetic look. Then, his words really sank in; a statement about how special your uniqueness was from someone whose society was literally carbon copies made your face heat up at the impact of his sentiment. You found that you couldn’t look him in the eyes and lowered your gaze to your still-connected hands. “I— thank you,” you said softly. “I just wish Rocket would see that. You don’t have to talk to him— I should be able to do that myself; I’ve been his teammate for longer, after all. But. . . I really appreciate it.”

His expression softened as he squeezed your hand, which inexplicably made your stomach roll nauseously (but in a good way, like when Peter would do loop-the-loops with Milano’s pod.) “Anytime, Little Quill.”

And just like that, “little Quill” went right back to being an endearing nickname.

[fannyspammy]

Indestructable

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam tells y/n he loves her for the first time

Warnings: none! starts a little heated but then becomes just a lot of fluffy fluff fluff

A/N: sixth part to the Firsts series! Another fluffy piece before I get back into the spicy stuff :) If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a oneshot tho!) Also, to those who have made requests, I have seen them & will be working on them ASAP! :)

Taglist: @spderm4nnnn @nocturnest @joeysjaskier

[not my gif]

“Are you insane?!” Adam yelled at y/n. She was surprised at first — he’d never yelled at her before — but her shock was quickly replaced by anger.

“Me?! What about you! I had it under control, but you almost got yourself killed!” She shouted back.

Adam crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles taunting her as he did. “No, you almost got yourself killed. I’m practically indestructible.”

“Adam, I’m fine! But you had to go and get yourself hurt!” She gestured toward the gash across his side. It was big and bleeding, but Adam seemed barely affected — maybe because or the way he was engineered, or maybe because his anger was masking the pain.

“Only because I saved you! But what if I hadn’t been there, y/n? What if I didn’t see that knife hurtling toward you?”

“Well then.. I-”

“Then you would’ve gotten hurt! This is just a scratch for me, but for you this could’ve been fatal. So just stop arguing with me! You know I’m right. God, you’re lucky I love you or I might not have been paying attention. Hell, if that was Groot or someone else I would’ve been too focused on the guy that was shooting at me to have even-”

“Wait, stop.”

“What?”

Y/n pulled him into a kiss, her grimy hands tangling into his golden head of hair. Adam’s fury immediately dissipated into bliss, and he bore a confused smile on his face as she pulled away, his eyes searching hers.

“What was that for?”

She smiled at him smugly. “You said you love me, you idiot.”

His golden hue began to bronze as he blushed. “I-I did?”

“Mhmm.”

Adam stuttered, unsure of what to say next. “Oh- well I- I guess- I mean I just-”

Y/n brushed a strand of hair from his face, amusement playing on her lips as she teased him, her mouth hovering centimetres above his as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Say it again.”

Adam swallowed, nervous now that he was aware of what he said. He may be practically indestructible, but with her? He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, in a way that challenged him more than any foe he’d ever faced in the battlefield. But the nervousness melted away as he looked into the eyes of the woman before him, not a hint of hesitation in his mind or his heart.

“I love you, y/n,” he said softly, and as she smiled her beautiful smile, he was never so sure of his words.

“I’m sorry,” Adam continued. “I don’t like being angry at you. I don’t like yelling at you. I don’t like how it makes me feel.. but I also don’t like how almost losing you makes me feel. The thought of.. of this… the thought of never seeing you smile at me again.. I get scared.”

“Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Y/n placed a hand on his cheek and tiptoed to kiss his forehead gently. “You’re not gonna lose me, okay?”

She took his hands in hers and leaned in so she could place a peck on his lips. “I love you, Adam.” He stayed quiet but she saw his eyes light up at her words. “And that is indestructible. Thank you for rescuing me, but you don’t need to worry so much, okay love? I’ve been doing this a long time- I’ll be okay.”

He pulled her into a hug and nodded against her neck before kissing it, hastily peppering his affection over every inch of skin available to him — her neck, her collarbone, her jaw, her hands — and she giggled at his eagerness.

“Ahem.”

The couple turned to see Rocket standing a few feet away, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Drax and the other Guardians lingered a few feet behind, and that’s when they realized their entire moment had an audience. The raccoon’s face said disgust, but the two could read the amusement in his eyes.

“If you two lovebirds are done sucking face, smashing booty, et cetera, we got a few hostages to deliver. Think you can keep it in your pants long enough for that?”

Adam and y/n looked at each other and then back at Rocket.

“Aye aye Captain!” They said with a mock salute, followed by childish giggles. The raccoon rolled his eyes as he turned around and the crew followed.