#post vol 2

[sha-thesheep]

Adam has a lot to discuss with Jonah after this one, but not now when they’re having fun stargazing :-)

ASDF reference if you want to take a guess at what it could be

[morganski-19]

A Movie I’ve Seen Before

It was cold. The trees rustled behind Steve, the breeze making him shiver. Pinks and Oranges painted the sky as the sun started to set. It was peaceful, Steve felt peaceful. He doesn’t always quite remember what it’s like to be, so he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting his feet dangle over the edge of the cliff.

“I don’t think that’s exactly safe, Harrington,” a voice teases from behind him. Steve can’t help but be confused as to who it is. Suddenly, there is a cold beer being placed in his hands and a person sitting down next to him. Legs adorned in black jeans join his over the cliff's edge. “I mean, wouldn't want you accidentally falling off now would we?”

Steve turns his head to find Eddie Munson taking a long sip from a beer bottle, something in him making him turn away fast. “If it’s so dangerous then why are you here sitting next to me?” he finds himself responding.

Eddie snorts as his face breaks out into a wide smile. “Maybe I like dangerous.” Steve can’t find himself disagreeing. He lets them fall back in silence, looking back out over the quarry, only hearing the soft clinking of Eddie’s rings on his beer bottle. “So,” Eddie starts slowly, “bring all your dates out here, Harrington?”

“Is this a date?” Steve looks back over at Eddie, his brows knitting together in confusion.

“Well, isn’t it?” There is a softness in Eddie’s eyes that Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen before.

Steve finds himself staring at Eddie, thinking about the question. It does seem like a date, not one he’d choose for a girl, but maybe one he’d choose for Eddie. Seems like something he would enjoy. Nothing big or romantic, but small and thoughtful. Away from the noise of the town and the wandering eyes of gossip. Just the two of them, together, alone. Steve can’t find a reason as to why it wouldn’t be one, or why he actually quite likes the idea.

“Yeah,” Steve says while meeting Eddie’s eyes, a small smile forming on his face. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Eddie matches Steve’s smile, bumping Steve’s shoulder as he adverts his eyes back to the water. He feels a small warmth build on his face. Steve takes a sip of his beer, the slightly bitter taste lingering on his tongue. Not much is said between them, neither of them wanting to break the peaceful bubble that surrounds them.

Soft rain starts to fall on Steve’s shoulder, but he can’t seem to care. He doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to have this moment end. It might not be his decision to, as the soft rain picks up, and starts to turn into a downpour.

Eddie stands, reaching out his free hand down to Steve. “Probably should go, don’t want to get too soaked.”

“Probably.” Steve grabs Edddie’s hand, letting himself be pulled off the group. He leads Eddie over to his car when he feels a large splash on his lower legs. Turning around, he finds Eddie looking back at him with a wicked grin. Taking his opportunity, Steve kicks at the puddle forming at his feet, spraying the muddy water all over Eddie’s legs.

A bark comes out of Eddie at the contact. “Playing dirty, are we now, Stevie?”

Steve holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, you started it.”

“That may be true, but that doesn’t mean I won’t finish it.” Eddie bends down and swipes his hand through the puddle, spraying the water up higher at Steve. He responds by kicking at the puddle again, hitting Eddie’s chest this time.

They go back in forth like this for a while, letting the rain fall around them while they splash around like children. The weirdest thing about all of this is how Steve doesn’t want it to stop. He hasn’t had fun like this since he was a kid, barely even allowed to play in puddles then. But something about the way Eddie is laughing is electric, fueling him to keep going even if that means his car seats will get covered in mud. Steve thinks he’d do anything to hear Eddie laugh like this.

Somehow the two of them get close, breaking into uncontrollable laughter. Eddie rests his shoulder on Steve’s, holding onto him while he tries to catch his breath. Steve doesn’t know why, but he has the urge to pull him closer, but he doesn’t.

“Thank you for humoring me, Harrington. This was fun.” Eddie brings his head up to meet Steve’s eyes.

A small line of muddy water runs down Eddie’s cheek, Steve reaches out a hand to wipe it away, leaving it resting there. “It really was,”

It occurs to him how close they are standing, their faces only inches apart. For some reason, Steve finds himself leaning in, brushing his nose against Eddie’s. “Steve, you have to wake up.”

“What.” Steve pulls back confused.

“Steve, wake up.” The figure before him fades.

Continue on ao3

[vix-vee]

Inktober Day 19 - Walk Away

Notes: I’m so sorry guys, I wrote this yesterday morning but I had wifi problems. It happens quite often but I didn’t have time to post this from my phone so I decided it was best to wait until the rooter started to function again.

Anyway, this is for @grootiez, who helped with the prompt by writing “For walk away, how about teen Groot running away from home after an argument with the other guardians?“. As per usual, it’s not exactly what you asked for, your suggestion inspired this (and again, I’m truly sorry I’m late). Hope you’ll be satisfied anyway!

“I miss my best friend.”

“I’m right here, dude.”

“Flark off Quill, I wasn’t talking about you.” Rocket throws a wrench at him to make his point. Peter manages to catch it right before it hits his nose. He’d probably make a sarcastic remark, but Rocket really isn’t feeling okay.

“Have you tried talking to him?” he asks.

“What’s the point?” Rocket shrugs. “He’s a teenager. A big boy. He thinks I’m dull.”

Groot’s behavior has changed a lot, recently. He’s been in full moody-teenager mode for a few weeks, now. He doesn’t enjoy the Guardians’ company as much as before, he wants his own space, he complains that no one understands him - he just sighed and walked away when Drax pointed out that “That’s impossible, we’ve all learned how to comprehend everything you say.” -. All he does is spending the day alone in his room, playing hologames.

For Rocket, this is torture. He cares for the young tree more than it’s safe to admit. Damn, he raised him. He’s been used to Groot needing him, looking up at him in time of need, for years. Now, he feels left out. This leads to the team finding the raccoonoid sulking in different places of the ship at different times of the day.

And they have enough of it.

“Just ask him to spend some time with you. You can do something together, like old times.” He suggests. Rocket lowers his ears.

“I tried. He didn’t want to make bombs with me. I even allowed him to work on death buttons and he still looked bored! He used to love death buttons!” he complains.

“Then you’ll bond over something else.” Peter promises. Fully aware of the huge risk he’s taking, he lifts Rocket and mercilessly drags him away from the couch.

“What the hell are you doing, you disgusting-“ Peter ignores the colorful string of insults that follows. He also ignores the scratches and bites. He reaches Groot’s bedroom, opens the door and all but throws Rocket on the bed before closing the door, locking it from the outside.

“I’m going to kill you!”

“I am Groot?”

“You both listen to me now.” says Peter in a tone that means business. He uses it so rarely that it makes Rocket and Groot instantly shut up. Flark just got serious.

“We’re all sick and tired of both of you. We know you miss each other, so you’re not leaving this room until you sort this out.” Peter proclaims. He hears protests, and he knows that Rocket could hack the door in a second if he tried. He also knows that Rocket won’t try. This is too important to him.

A couple hours later, the room is still locked. Peter decides it’s been enough time and goes checking on his friends.

What he finds doesn’t exactly meet his expectations.

“Uhm, guys? Dinner’s almost read-“

“I am Groot.”

“Go away, Quill.” echoes Rocket, eyes never leaving the screen, hands moving fast on the joystick. “I’m not moving until I beat Groot’s high score!”

Knowing he’s made a terrible mistake, Peter closes the door once again. He leans against the wall.

“Everything all right?” asks Gamora, when she finds him like this. Peter shakes his head.

“I’ve created a monster.”