Dating The G.O.T.G Would Include; Mantis Quill || P.G. Rating || Fandom: Marvel (Gaurdians of The Galaxy)
Author’s Note: New year, new series! I decided I’d do a headcanon series to start the year off. This one is pretty simple; how the Guardians would be as your significant other! I’m going to be doing Mantis, Gamora, Peter, and Drax. Please comment if you’d like me to do anyone else!
CONTENT WARNINGS: None!
Dating Mantis Quill would include…
Touch! So much touch. Not just because of Mantis’ powers, but because she genuinely loves having you. She likes to know that you’re real and not some weird shape-shifting monster that could hurt her. She likes to awe over every aspect of you. Your skin, your hair, your eyes; she loves it all! She’ll ramble while pointing our your differences. “You don’t have my antennas, but you’ve got such pretty rings of colors around your eyes!” Things as simple as that.
Always knowing what’s up. Even though you love her to death, there’s people who you feel the complete opposite towards. If you come home and had a nasty interaction with someone, Mantis will immediately notice. She won’t have to touch you either, she’s learned your indicators. If you’re the type to talk it out, she’ll hold your hand to get the best understanding of what happened. If you’d rather not talk about it, she’ll hold you tightly until you feel better. Mantis is extremely kind towards you and will do anything to make you smile. She likes your “odd human smile.”
Giggling! Sometimes Mantis will laugh at you, or you’ll laugh at her. Either way it’s never with ill intent. She might ask you a question that’s worded so confusingly you can’t help but chuckle. You might do something simple like sneeze and Mantis will snicker at how loud you are. You two always end up smiling at each other. Most of the time your giggle fits end up in tears and trying to catch your breath.
Curiosity and so much of it. Both of you always want to ask each other what life was like in the galaxies or on Earth. The culture shocks always get a gasp out of the two of you. “You guys do what? How do you remember all of those holidays, that’s so many?” “I don’t know. We’ve got calendars and phones and other people to remind us!” Some of these questions will be about how machines work, foods, languages, all of that good stuff. Just for fun, Mantis will teach you her favorite sayings in her native language! If your first language isn’t English, you’ll share a similar saying/expression with her.
Having a pet. Both of you agreed having a little furry friend would be fun. You decided to let Mantis choose what fluffy companion you’d have. She chose a very large, intimidating, and soft dog. She said it was because it reminded her of a not bald version of Drax which got a laugh from you. It was a mutual agreement to name him Drax Junior. He sleeps in bed with the two of you, goes where you go, and never leaves your sides. If it’s the midst of summer and too hot for Drax Junior to go out, Mantis insists on staying home with him to keep him calm.
Meditating and learning about martial arts. If you’re physically able, Mantis is completely willing to teach you martial arts. She believes it’s an amazing skill to know. If you can’t for one reason or another, she’ll teach you how to meditate and do it extremely well. At first she’ll aid you by holding your hand to help you feel relaxed and slow your breathing. Eventually she’ll have less and less of an effect on you until you can meditate as well as her without her help. Once you do, she’ll praise you endlessly for it. She loves sharing her favorite activities with you!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Peter Quill, Richard Rider (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Canon Era, Past Gamora/Peter Quill, Bisexual Peter Quill, Implied Relationships, Short One Shot, Past Peter Quill/Richard Rider, Minor Peter Quill/Thor, Post-Break Up, Jealousy, Post-Movie: Avengers: Endgame (2019), Feelings, Peter Quill Feels, Light Angst
Summary:
There was no way Peter Quill could have predicted a routine parking job would turn into a fight with an ex.
rocket, my distrusting touch-starved raccoon, with f!reader
tags: post vol.3, reader’s from earth, reader comforting rocket, kinda fluffy but not really
It started with a comforting touch, much like how Drax had consoled Rocket after Groot sacrificed himself on Xandar
In your case, it was because of a nightmare
Though the High Evolutionary was gone, the team’s encounter with the egomaniac had been Rocket’s first run-in with him since he first escaped the Arête, and with it dredged up memories that had been kept locked away and only ever thought back on with a haze of blurriness
You had been keeping Peter company during his graveyard shift and was heading back to your quarters when you heard a distressed shout followed by a crash coming from Rocket’s bunk
Your steps faltered, debating whether or not to barge in and ask if he was okay
The two of you weren’t close—though you’d like to be—despite the three years you’ve spent together
After the war with Thanos, you had tagged along with Thor and stayed long after the god left, graciously accepting Peter’s invitation to join the family
The team had taken a quick liking to you. You were a good friend and an even better fighter. Nebula didn’t quite trust you at first; she didn’t really understand how you could do what you do and still retain some of that life that poured out of you. And Rocket…
Well, Rocket was respectful… sometimes… when he needed to be
Mostly, he ignored you. Other times, he was just a jerk
And depending on the day, you’d either let it roll off your shoulder or pretended that his words and the state of your relationship didn’t hurt you
“Shit!”
Rocket yelling expletives was not a new thing, but in your head you saw him lying in the med-bay, tubes and wires attached, foaming at the mouth
The events with the High Evolutionary was only but a month ago. Rocket wasn’t fully over it—you weren’t sure if he ever would be. And you, you definitely weren’t over it. The footage from the OrgoCorp file, the sight of Rocket nearly dead
It scared you, it still scares you
So you knocked and entered his room, knowing well enough that Rocket would never have opened the door or even shouted, asking who was bothering him
You first noticed the overturned cup and the pool of water near his bedside. His blanket had been tossed haphazardly to the floor, soaking up some of the liquid
You then met Rocket’s gaze, mirroring his frown—though yours was one of concern
“Rocket?”
Your voice was high-pitched and unsure, causing you to inwardly cringe
Rocket looked away, very much wishing now that he could bury himself under the covers
You walked toward the bed, noting how his ear twitched at the sound of your footsteps, how his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched up
If it were a totally different situation, you very well could have blurted out how cute you found him to his face
“What are ya doing? Get out of my room.”
He spoke with a gruffness that only comes when you stop yourself from crying but your throat still feels thick
You didn’t answer him, not really knowing what to say without sounding awkward. Instead, you cleaned up his mess. You found an extra blanket and draped it over his lap before joining him on the bed, your back against the wall
You figured halfway through cleaning that it wasn’t necessary for the two of you to talk about it. For now, at least. For now, you just wanted to offer your presence. To be somebody who’s there without making Rocket feel embarrassed about needing somebody in the first place
Rocket had been silent. His arms might’ve been crossed and his brows still tightly knit, but he hadn’t told you to leave a second time
You thought of telling him something funny but found your supply of witty remarks running low. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to muster any kind of words that weren’t “Are you okay?” and “You wanna talk about it?”
“You want to watch one of those Terran movies you like?”
You stopped fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and a smile replaced your cautious expression.
Of all the things he could have said or done…
You didn’t hesitate, lest he take back the rare offer.
“Sure.”
You didn’t do this often. Rations were low and trips to Earth were few and far between. But you wanted this to be special for him, so you grabbed Rocket by the hand, earning a grunt, and led him to your room.
Rocket had never stepped foot inside your quarters, let alone ten feet of it. He found it uniquely Terran, but even more uniquely you
Lamps and string lights you either brought with you from home or found in a junk shop, posters from favorite bands, television shows, and movies, plants—some more loved than others—and books you’ve read as a child
It was starkly different from Quill’s bunk, that’s for sure. Smelled better, too
You shifted some pillows and opened your laptop
“Make yourself comfortable. I’m just gonna grab some things. You can look for a movie in the meantime.”
You gave him a smile and was even bold enough to run a hand through his fur to the top of his spine. He was soft, and he didn’t flinch or bite at you.
You returned five minutes later with a bowl of popcorn, the last of your microwaveable packets, and found Rocket toying with a stuffed animal Drax had gifted you. It was quite ugly but the sentiment was there.
You nestled yourself close to the raccoon, pulled the covers up, placed the bowl between you two, and pressed play.
You woke up to heavy breathing. Next to you was Rocket’s form, his face twisted in anguish and his limbs twitching
You glimpsed your surroundings. A small desk lamp across the room was still on, your laptop and empty bowl were discarded on the floor, the covers had been kicked off by Rocket and covered only a portion of your legs now
You don’t remember falling asleep or even moving your things off the bed
You inched closer to him and rested your hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles. You felt the metal pieces embedded in his body
“Rocket. Rocket, you’re okay.”
Your voice was but a whisper, but his breath caught and his eyes opened to meet yours
“Hey. It’s still a little early. Peter’s still at the wheel, though he’s probably fallen asleep by now,” you chuckled. “It’s not your shift for a while. We should get some more sleep while we can.”
You didn’t want to bring up the nightmare or the fact that you both fell asleep together or the fact that you were touching him and he hadn’t shrugged you off yet
But you made sure to remind him of where he was, who he was with. The Arête’s no more. Rocket’s just on a ship, going who knows where with his friends, answering distress calls and saving the galaxy
He didn’t speak. His eyes darted from your face to your steadily rising and falling chest to the hand that rested on his back. With each second, his vision grew clearer and further away from his wretched memories
“Stay with me?”
You asked for his sake. Rocket nodded ever so slightly and shifted so that his back was to your chest, his head tucked under your chin.
You raised the covers and loosely draped your arm over his side. You didn’t want him to feel any more suffocated than he might’ve felt when dreaming.
They visit Quill during an Earth season called “fall.”
Nebula has been to a planet like it before. Or at least, she’s been to a planet experiencing the season. The temperature is cool, the vegetation has turned into shades of browns, reds, and yellows, and the planet’s inhabitants start wearing bulkier clothes to keep warm.
Still; Nebula has never seen a “fall” quite like one on Earth.
People walk the streets wearing bulky sweaters, even though the weather is hardly cold enough for it. They carry paper cups filled with some kind of drink that they strain to take pictures of with their hand-held devices. Every house in Quill’s grandfather’s neighborhood has a wreath on the front door, and strange, large, inflatable creatures decorating the lawn that Quill says are for celebrating a holiday called “Halloween.” Quill’s grandfather’s entire house smells like some kind of sweet spice.
It is all incredibly obnoxious.
Quill was surprised when Nebula seemed so perplexed by it all. Evidently, he’d assumed she and Rocket experienced plenty of falls on Earth during the Blip. But truth be told, she and Rocket had spent most of those five years in space, keeping up with the Avengers only through the occasional video call. It was only after a plan had been devised to reverse the snap that she and Rocket had bothered to make the trip back to Earth.
Besides — there were very few Avengers she and Rocket had tolerated enough to visit Earth for, anyway.
When the current and former Guardians of the Galaxy decided to visit Quill during an Earth October, Nebula mentioned it to Gamora during one of their calls. They still kept in touch; they shared an unspoken feeling that it was important to, even if it was difficult. Gamora had no memories of the years they spent rebuilding their relationship and learning to trust one another. She only had memories of the bad. Starting from scratch made things feel tense between them more often than not. But Nebula figured that offering hospitality was a good starting point, so she extended the Earth invitation to Gamora, as well.
“Uh, no,” Gamora said, wrinkling her nose. Nebula had expected as much. She was a little surprised, though, when Gamora said after a pause, “But…tell everyone hello from me, I guess.”
Now, Nebula is glad Gamora turned her down. The old Gamora might’ve been reluctantly charmed by an Earth fall, but the current Gamora definitely would not have been.
At the present moment, Rocket, Groot, Drax, and Mantis are crowded around Quill’s grandfather’s kitchen table, while Nebula hangs back and watches Quill present the group with a tray of those paper cups Nebula keeps seeing. Drax is wearing a pointy black hat on his head, courtesy of Rocket, and Rocket is wearing a sweater with a pumpkin pattern stitched onto it that Mantis found in Quill’s laundry and begged him to wear until he grumpily acquiesced.
(Mantis has secretly snapped dozens of pictures of Rocket wearing it. Nebula doesn’t think Rocket’s noticed, and she isn’t going to tell him.)
“Now, this is an Earth delicacy,” Quill says as he passes a paper cup to Nebula, too. “So prepare yourself.”
Nebula looks skeptically at the paper cup, then across the room at Rocket, who’s raising his eyebrows dubiously.
“If you say so,” Nebula says at last. She takes a sip, then immediately splutters.
The drink is foul. It’s scorching hot, unbearably strong, and so sweet that she physically recoils.
“Oh, gross,” Rocket gags as he lowers his own cup. Drax is retching, too, and Groot has a disgusted expression on his face. Nebula wouldn’t be surprised if one of his twigs started shriveling.
“What, you don’t like it?” Quill says, astonished.
“I cannot imagine how anyone in their right mind could ever call this a delicacy,” Drax says, nearly shoving his drink away.
“What?” Quill says.
“Why is it so hot?” Nebula demands, opening the lid of her cup to peer suspiciously at the steam rising from the drink inside.
“Well, normally you’d let it cool down a bit before you drink it,” Quill says impatiently.
“You were the one who wanted us to try it immediately!”
“I can’t believe you don’t like it!”
“What is it?” Rocket says.
“A pumpkin spice latte.”
“A what?”
“I am Groot?”
“A pumpkin is a vegetable that no one who was smart would ever turn into a damn drink,” Rocket says.
“Oh, what would you know?” Quill says. “You evolved from animals that eat trash!”
“Yeah, well, maybe that means I know what the hell I’m talking about!”
Mantis, at the head of the table, takes another long sip, then slowly lowers her cup. “You know,” she says thoughtfully. “I actually think I like it.”
“What?” Rocket squawks.
Mantis licks her lips. There’s a smidge of white cream in the upper corner of her mouth, and Nebula doesn’t realize she’s staring at it until Mantis glances over at her. Nebula hastily looks away.
“It’s tasty,” Mantis insists. She takes another sip, then hums happily, which makes Nebula’s insides twist for reasons she refuses to examine. She looks around the table, perplexed. “You really do not like it?”
“It’s barely edible,” Rocket says.
“The drink’s very foul,” Nebula agrees.
Mantis shrugs. “Well…I like it.”
“Thank you, Mantis,” Quill says, leaning over and patting her shoulder. “Thank you.”
Mantis grins. Not for the first time, Nebula notices how different Mantis looks now that she’s completed her self-discovery solo journey around the galaxy. Her hair is shorter, cut at her chin in a way that makes her look older. Her voice is different now, too; louder and surer than it was before. And her eyes are brighter, alight with a kind of vibrancy Nebula might’ve thought had always been there if she hadn’t been paying closer attention.
Because Nebula is paying attention to Mantis. She has been ever since she arrived back at Knowhere; probably, she has been even longer than that. Honestly, she isn’t sure how to stop.
“Well, finish the drink quick,” Quill tells Mantis. “Grandpa and I are leaving for the pumpkin patch in an hour.”
The idea had been Quill’s grandfather’s, actually. He wanted to get to know his grandson’s sister. The invitation had also been extended to the rest of the Guardians, but they’d turned them down. Besides, most humans probably wouldn’t react well to seeing a talking raccoon and tree in a pumpkin patch.
“I’ll be ready,” Mantis insists even as she continues to drink the disgusting pumpkin beverage.
“Dressed in that?” Quill says, eyeing Mantis’ usual dark green get-up.
“What’s wrong with this?”
“Well…” Quill is clearly fumbling for a response that isn’t It makes it even more obvious that you’re an alien. He settles on, “You’ll need something warmer.”
“This is all I brought.” Mantis glances hopefully at Rocket’s pumpkin sweater.
“No way, Bug. You had your chance, I’m keeping it,” Rocket says, bringing the neck of the sweater up to his chin. When everyone gives him a look, he adds, “It’s comfortable, alright?”
“Well,” Quill says, turning back to Mantis. “Then you can borrow something from Nebula.”
Nebula stiffens. “What?”
“What? You brought other clothes, right?”
Nebula did. She doesn’t understand why Mantis didn’t, given she’s the one who’s spent the past year traveling the galaxy.
Mantis turns her gaze onto Nebula, her eyes big, round, and deceptively innocent. “Can I borrow something of yours, Nebula?”
Nebula feels like there’s something itchy under her skin. She clears her throat. “Yes. That’s fine.”
They leave the Guardians downstairs — Rocket, Groot, and Drax have congregated to the living room couch to watch a movie — and go upstairs to the spare room where they’ve stored their stuff. Nebula didn’t pack much — this was planned to be a short trip — but she does find a long-sleeved gray hoodie in her bag, suitable for Mantis to wear in cooler weather. It’s clean, too. Or at least Nebula’s pretty sure it is, despite what looks like a grease stain on one of the sleeves.
Still. It’ll do.
“Here,” Nebula says, shoving it unceremoniously into Mantis’ hands.
Mantis smiles. “Thanks.”
Then she starts putting it on then and there, making Nebula’s eyes go wide.
She doesn’t know why she’s surprised. Mantis is just shrugging the hoodie over her other clothes. It isn’t like she’s taking any of her other clothes off. But something is jarring about it all the same.
Mantis straightens out the sleeves of the hoodie, smoothing the fabric down her front, then looks up at Nebula. “All good?”
Nebula feels her mouth run dry.
The hoodie is bigger on Mantis than it is on Nebula, which Nebula probably should’ve expected. Nebula is much taller, and the sweatshirt is big on her to begin with. But on Mantis, the sleeves fall far past Mantis’s arms, and the hem hangs down to her thighs. Mantis is practically dwarfed by the hoodie, looking warm and comfortable — in ways Nebula is sure she never looks while wearing it — and also…
Cute. To Nebula’s dawning horror, she realizes that the image of Mantis wearing Nebula’s hoodie… is cute.
“Nebula?” Mantis asks, brow furrowing.
“Yes,” Nebula manages to say, and when Mantis’ brow furrows even further, Nebula adds, “Good,” like some kind of idiot.
Mantis smiles anyway, but there’s something in her expression Nebula can’t interpret. If she knew better, she might think it was knowing.
“Well,” Mantis says, clearing her throat. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
“Sure,” Nebula gets out.
Mantis’ smile widens, and she exits the room without another word, leaving Nebula standing in the middle of the bedroom, feeling mortifyingly and irreversibly screwed.
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Shut Up And Take It ~Mean!Dom!Mommy!Nebula xFem Sub!Reader
Summary— Nebula has a lot of anger and frustration… She uses her favorite subby baby to get it all out. Anon Response—Ehehe hiii anon! Absolutely, here’s some mean!dom!mommy!Nebula content for you!! Hope you Enjoy! ♥️
Nebula came storming into your private quarters on Nowhere with a scowl and clenched fists. She practically slammed the door, then proceeded to let out a strangled groan mixed with a yell in frustration.
You jumped slightly at the sound of the door and your eyes shot up to the woman. You immediately stood up, putting down what you were doing, coming up to Nebula, who was muttering swears and incompetent over and over again.
“Hey Nebbie… What’s up…?” You gently asked, grabbing her hands and squeezing them reassuringly.
But instead of the vulnerability you expected to see in her eyes when you looked into them, you only dark lust. Your breath hitched as her hand swiftly snaked around your throat and squeezed. Your eyes widened and your heart began to race.
“M-mommy sorry!!” You quickly corrected the pet name you had used, throwing your hands up in surrender.
Nebula’s eyes sparkled with dominance, she was seething with anger and lust.
“Mommy’s going to take her anger out of you, subby baby…” The woman tugged you close by your throat, as she husked her words into your ear roughly.
You gulped and immediately nodded vigorously.
“Yes yes okay mommy—!” You squeaked, still with your hands up.
“Strip.”
She eased her hold on you, giving you the chance to obey her command. You swiftly nodded and responded, then quickly stripping down all the way. Seconds later, you stood in front of the woman naked.
Nebula smirked wickedly, before she shoved you onto your bed and flipped you on all fours swiftly. You instinctually arched your ass up for her. And with no warning, Nebula plunged three fingers into your cunt.
“ahhHhH Mmommyy—!!!” You shrieked, shoving your face into your pillow to stifle your screams.
Nebula merely chuckled, fucking your fluttering pussy with her digits fast and rough. You were so out of it in mere minutes, you had completely forgotten that the fingers she was fucking you with were robotic. When they started to vibrate inside you, you couldn’t contain your cries of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby… Mommy just needs to get it all out… Being a good little toy for mommy…” Nebula husked, before sliding in a forth vibrating finger.
Your legs were shaking and you were holding on for dear life. And Nebula knew it.
“No cumming…!” She growled, giving you a sharp smack to your ass with her other hand, making your walls clench around her digits buried deep inside you.
“AhHhH— Sorry mmkay Mommy!!!” You yelped out in sinful desperation, “More mommy mmmore please—”
Nebula chuckled wickedly at your request. She was more than happy to give it to you…
With one final plunge, Nebula fucked her entire hand into you, making you nearly pass out at first, because of how fast and hard she was taking you. But you stayed awake, for mommy…
At least, you stayed awake as long as you could, because by the time your mean mommy finally let you cum, it was all too much for you. You let out a strangled cry as you came around her vibrating hand, then proceeded to pass out.
Nebula swelled with pride at having been able to make you literally lose consciousness because she fucked you so well. She now felt a lot better after that, having gotten most of her anger out. She gently pulled her hand out of you, then waited for you to wake up so that she could tell you how much of a good girl you were.
Notes: I’m very happy to be back at writing and you have no idea of how much stuff I have lined up to post! I’m making some changes on how I post and how I write. I feel like I need to get out of my comfort zone and write more dialogue and less “inner thoughts”, though I’ll try to keep it balanced. Thank you all for your kind messages and as usual, a special thank you to my girly @tina-isleeping for always being there 🤍 don’t hesitate to leave a comment & give me all your criticism and suggestions!
Love you all x
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My hands were still shaking as I marched toward the engine room. Part anger, part something I didn’t even want to think about. I just hated how much he got under my skin, how easy it was for him to make me lose my cool and make me absolutely livid in only a second. He had done it again. Rocket always had to go rogue, always had to show off and prove himself better than the others, always had to ignore the plan and pull some insane stunt that, as if to make it even more infuriating, somehow always worked. And now that we had gotten back to the ship, everyone was acting like it was fine and like everything had just gone perfectly. No one seemed to bother to mention the fact that he could have gotten himself killed and, very clearly, it wasn’t bothering him either. So there I was, angrily marching toward the engine room, preparing a whole speech in my head and muttering it to myself. Not that he’d ever take me seriously, but he was about to hear exactly how I felt. Whether he liked it or not.
“Oh, so this is what you’re doing? Sitting here like nothing happened?” I stomped into the room with my arms crossed tightly over my chest to find him fixing some bits.
“What’re you yappin’ about now?” he didn’t even bother to look up at me, which did nothing but throw gasoline into an already burning dumpster.
“Oh, nothing. Just maybe the part where you decided to, oh, I don’t know, completely ignore the plan and blow up the engine room of an entire space station without telling anyone?” I yelled as I sharply leaned towards him, my finger hovering just inches from his face, trembling with barely contained frustration “And wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Rocket! This isn’t funny!”
“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” he looked up at me as he removed his goggles, revealing traces of powder and dust streaked across his fur, tracing the curve of his cheek and the bridge of his nose, a messy reminder of the reckless stunt he had just pulled. He flashed a cocky grin “You’re still standin’ here, screamin’ at me, ain’t ya? I must’ve done something right”
“I can’t stand you!” I dropped my arms limply to my sides, letting my head fall back in an exaggerated sigh of defeat “You’re so-” I groaned, not knowing what to say next “Right, you know what? The others might be scared of saying what they really think, but I’m not. So you wanna know what I think of you?”
“Not particularly, but I don’t think I’ve got a choice here” he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped up behind him like he couldn’t care any less.
“See? This is the problem! I hate that you’re always so smug, I hate that you don’t listen, and I hate that scratchy, annoying voice of yours that always sounds like you’re halfway to laughing at me” I started pacing around the room with exaggerated steps and sharp turns, the heels on my boots clicking against the metal floor and echoing with each stomp.
“This is very productive, please continue” one of his hands scratched idly at a smudge of powder on his cheek, boredom clear on his face. I spun on my heel, whipping my hair over my shoulder as I pivoted to face him again.
“You’re so full yourself! You always think you’re the smartest person in the room, which you are, because you’re incredibly bright and it makes it all even more annoying! And your jokes? Well, guess what? They’re stupid! But then sometimes you’ll randomly say something funny, and I hate that you make me laugh so often” I threw my head back with a groan, dragging my hands down my face as though I were physically pained by what I had just said “And you’re so loud and so rude, and I hate how your stupid fur is so… fluffy and shiny and-“
“You’ve been checking me out, huh?” he shifted his weight, leaning cockily to one side with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. My hands didn’t know what to do as the heat began to spread from my cheeks down to my neck. First they clenched into fists at my sides, then flailed around, gesturing wildly, as if the air itself could have carried my embarrassment away. I ignored him.
“And I hate your dumb little hands that somehow still manage to fix everything and make me feel useless and can’t help but admire it. And your ears? I mean, why do they twitch like that all the time? It’s distracting and it’s annoying! And don’t even get me started on how you scrunch up your nose when you’re annoyed, that’s gotta be the dumbest thing you do! And those stupid big brown eyes of yours! Ugh- I mean, who even has eyes that expressive? That pretty? I hate them and I hate how you’re looking at me right now” I pointed another accusatory finger at him, nearly jabbing him, my whole body leaning into the motion for emphasis. But instead of backing up, he leaned forward just enough to meet me halfway, smirking all the while.
“Got anything else?”
“Oh, I’m just getting started!” as I raised my voice, I noticed how his ears twitched slightly, but he didn’t react beyond an exaggerated yawn “I hate how you’re always acting tough, but then you go and do something sweet like fixing my stupid little pink blaster that you hate so much even though I didn’t ask you to, because like, what am I supposed to do with that? And I hate when you check on me and when you walk by me so close that your fur tickles my skin, and I hate that you’re constantly in my head because the mere thought of you is insufferable, and-“
“And?” he raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking lazily behind him, as though he was daring me to keep going.
“And you’re…” I exhaled loudly “You’re brave. And you’re caring, even though you act like you aren’t. And you’re clever, and you’re good at literally everything, which is just so irritating” I glanced at him briefly, panic flickering in my eyes as I slowly realised what I had said. Before I whirled away to carry on with my furious pacing, I noticed how he had tilted his head, eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint.
“You sure this is a hate list? Sounds like somethin’ else” his smirk widened into something almost teasing, his sharp teeth just barely showing as he leaned forward again. His claws tapped lightly against his belt, and although it seemed casual, it was brimming with arrogance and amusement. I straightened my back and lifted my chin, trying to act like l was far too dignified to let him get to me.
“And when you smile it’s like, I don’t know, the stars are jealous or something” my gaze darted to him briefly, then to the ceiling, then to the floor, literally anywhere but his eyes, as I pretended not to see the smug grin that had spread through his face “And above all, I hate that I don’t actually hate you at all”
“Oh, ya don’t?” despite the sarcasm in his voice, his ears twitched forward and locked on me like he was hanging on every flustered word coming out of my mouth.
“No, I don’t hate you. In fact, I like you. I like your stupid fur and your dumb ears and your infuriating smirk and how literally every single thing about you drives me absolutely wild” the corner of his mouth twitched once, deliberately, as if he was trying to hold back a grin but didn’t really want to. His posture exuding that smug satisfaction he wore so well “Don’t do that, Rocket! Don’t act like you knew!”
“Oh, I totally knew. But I gotta admit, it’s nice hearin’ you say it out loud” as he spoke, his smirk softened into something quieter, the sharpness fading until it became a soft, subtle curve. And if I hadn’t been so angry at him, I might have seen the affection beneath the teasing.
“You’re unbearable” with a quick, fluid motion, he hopped onto a nearby crate, his claws scraping faintly against the surface as he steadied himself.
“And yet,” he drawled, his voice dripping with smug amusement “You can’t stay away” my eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the sudden shift in our dynamic. Having him so close was beyond disturbing, and the unexpected eye contact threw me off balance and made my breath hitch in my throat.
“Someone’s gotta keep you in line” I replied in the most nonchalant way that I could, before stepping closer and planting a hand on my hip. His nose twitched in response, and he let out the faintest hum of mock consideration, dragging out the silence before delivering the line.
“Good luck with that” he chuckled as he took a step towards me “And for what it’s worth, I like you too, always have. And I gotta say, I like it when you go on these little rants about me, makes me feel special” despite the terrible wink he gave me that almost made me cave in, I noticed how his claws drummed lightly against his arm, and how the uneven rhythm betrayed a hint of nervousness he would never admit to “So… now that we’ve got the whole you like me, I like you thing out of the way, what’re you gonna do about it?” his gaze was steady and unrelenting, and the question hung in the air with an edge of teasing that didn’t quite mask the sincerity underneath. How could I ever hate him?
“What I’m gonna do is forget we ever said anything” I rolled my eyes, trying to deflect his question, but I couldn’t deny the faint flush on my cheeks.
“Yeah? Too bad you ain’t that convincing” his claws came up to scratch at his jaw, feigning distraction, but his gleaming eyes gave away just how much he was enjoying himself.
“Oh, I’m plenty convincing” my finger jabbed towards him, stopping only when it reached his chest as I leaned in, eyes blazing with determination, and closing the already small gap between us.
“Then why are you standing so close, doll?” his voice dropped to a smooth, husky tone, and a sudden heat flushed through me. It was completely overwhelming and it was making it impossible for me to find something to say and reassert control.
“Maybe I’m just waiting to see if you’ll back off first” I finally said. There was a short pause before Rocket let out a low chuckle and took a deliberate step back.
“Ain’t gonna happen” his voice sounded calm but unyielding, with a rasp of stubbornness and a flicker of playful challenge. I felt his hand brush my waist, so lightly that it was barely there, it was just enough so I could feel it. I watched him lean in, slowly and deliberately, like he was about to kiss me. Like he wanted to kiss me. My breath got caught in my throat and my heart stumbled for half a second in anticipation, but as I was about to close my eyes, he stopped. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and tried to act as if I wasn’t getting hot all over from this. His mouth hovered so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips and the heat of his body. Then he gave me his most handsome smirk and he pulled away. Before I could say anything else, he turned around in a smooth and unhurried motion, jumped off the crate he was standing on, and simply started walking away.
“Ya know where to find me when you’re ready” without looking back, he raised a hand in an almost casual wave, a silent, teasing farewell that dared me to follow.
“Has no one ever told you that you don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing, Rocket?” I yelled after him before lowering my voice. With a smirk, I waited until he was no longer in sight to take a step forward “And I always know where to find you, baby”
In 1990 Missouri, 10 year old Peter meets four lost aliens, Gamora, nebula, rocket and Groot. believing it to be just like the plot of e.t., Peter allows them to hide in his house until they can find a way to contact their home, little does he know though, that returning to where they come from is the last thing any of his new friends want. Peter’s grandfather. Pete crush on Gamora. Has a bit of lilo and stitch. Peter quill’s Walkman . Family members start to notice that the character's spending a lot of time in their room, acting rather snippy about people going in there, stashing food, and apparently talking to themselves.(and aprently trees and raccoons) the Walkman was from Peter’s mother. Yondu and Kraglin are at first hired to find and bring back rocket and groot, while Thanos sends his goons to retrieve his “daughters” Lilo and stitch came in 2001. Peter’s element guns. Becoming concerned about Peter’s new habits, his grandfather decides to have Peter talk to a child therapist, who believes Peter made up his new “friends” as a way to cope with the loss of his mother. After discovering the kid’s friendship, as the true nature of the high evolutionary, yondu and kraglin decide to help Peter and his alien friends rather than capture them. Yondu and Kraglin find themselves unexpectedly attached to the unlikely group, especially after witnessing the camaraderie and loyalty the young boy shares with his extraterrestrial companions.
As Peter's bond with the aliens deepens, he starts to learn more about their pasts and the reasons why none of them want to return to their original worlds. Gamora and Nebula confide in him about their struggles with Thanos, sharing the emotional toll of their upbringing. Meanwhile, Rocket and Groot reveal their desire for freedom and adventure, away from the High Evolutionary's grasp.
Peter’s grandfather, still concerned but also intrigued by his grandson's resilience and happiness, starts joining him in his room. Although skeptical at first, he begins to notice unexplainable phenomena – moving shadows in the corner of his eye, small objects being misplaced, and strange sounds echoing through the house. These small clues eventually lead him to believe in the existence of Peter's friends, making him determined to protect his grandson and his new family from the looming threats.
In an ultimate showdown, Peter’s loyalty and courage inspire his alien friends to face their fears and fight back against their pursuers. Yondu and Kraglin, now fully on their side, work out a plan to thwart both Thanos’s goons and the High Evolutionary, using Peter’s resourcefulness and his element guns.
In the process, Peter realizes the depth of his feelings for Gamora, and while it's just an innocent crush, it solidifies the bond among them all. With their adversaries thwarted for the time being, Peter's home becomes a sanctuary where every member feels valued and accepted, laying the groundwork for their collective journey through the stars.
The unexpected blend of beings from different worlds helps Peter cope with his mother's loss, transforming his grief into strength, and he decides to keep his mother's memory alive by playing her favorite songs on his Walkman whenever they head out on a new adventure. Together, Peter and his newfound family embark on a cosmic journey that will forever shape their destinies.
