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Rocket Raccoon/Reader

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Takes place at the start of Avengers: End Game | f!reader, she/her, no y/n | 2nd person | hurt/comfort | smut

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“I…I want you to touch me,” you say meekly.

“Hm. That’s a start,” he drawls. “But that’s not what you asked me to do.” He gets up and makes his way toward your seat. “What you’re asking me to do is fuck you. So if you’re so sure about what you want, then say it out loud, princess. Tell me you want me to fuck you. ”

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The final confrontation with Thanos awaits. As the dangers that loom on the horizon draw nearer, you and Rocket take a moment to discuss your regrets together.

You end up accidentally revealing your virginity as a problem, then propose him as the solution.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (NSFW)

Chapter 3 (NSFW)

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 (NSFW)

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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SCARED OF THE FALL! / Novocaine

(MCU!Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger!Reader)

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a/n: this is a really long one and I'm too lazy to shorten so have two titles and a fun read

Description: I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly find themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning to grow.

Warnings: NONE OF THESE ARE PROOFREAD, mentions of canonical deaths, canonical violence, swearing, reader fell for Steve Rogers, alcohol consumption, kidnapping, Adam hurts reader, unethical experiments, animal abuse, vague hint of sexual thoughts, Rocket may or may not have feelings for reader, way too many near death experiences, mentions of infertility, drunken confessions, heartbroken Rocket, Reader hurts Adam,(more will be added accordingly)

Word count: 11,633

You will be happy to know that the description in no longer click bait! However now I realized I strayed from it...

This is uncharted territory now. So, that means I can finally get creative with my writing instead of having boring bs that follows the MCU timeline. I know, I did this to myself so idk why I'm complaining. Anyways, it's gonna be a bit of a better, longer reading experience... yay... don't forget the angst tho.

I have no idea how many more parts there are going to be so stay with me while we figure that out. I will be naming these after songs I listen on repeat while writing them, so don't pay the weird names any attention.

Enjoy and pls don't come for me, I'm just having fun and simping for this golden mf :)

You could feel your limbs creak and crack as you stretched, a pleasant sigh leaving your lips, waiting to feel the throb of a headache as you sat up, but it never came.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, looking around your small apartment. You didn't know how long you slept, but the lights around Nowhere and the faint chatter proved it was still within the early hours.

You licked your chapped lips, the faint taste of whiskey and honey danced along your dry tongue, followed by a sinking feeling in your gut.

You chose to ignore it while you pulled yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, hoping to wash away the night with a shower. It didn't take you long to get yourself cleaned up and dressed in comfortable attire, finishing your usual morning routine before getting ready to step outside.

You didn't even get to enjoy the walk to the enclosure to the animals, due to Nebula stopping you right outside your apartment. She was about to knock when you opened the door to her standing there.

You smiled softly, "Good morning."

"Good, your awake. I came to inform you that I can take care of your jobs for today." You wanted to ask why, but she beat you too it. "Thor would not stop bugging me about giving you today off."

You were giggling now. It sounded like something Thor would do, and you definitely needed the distraction after last night. You winced internally just thinking about it. "Did he say why?"

"No, but Drax will be joining you, as well as the kids. I don't really care for details, as long as the kids are looked after and return in one piece." Nebula waved her hand in dismissal, turning to begin her walk.

You followed alongside her quietly, hoping she wouldn't mention anything about the night prior. Luckily, she was too busy looking at the data pad in her hands, swiping through it and clicking a few buttons every now and again.

You both made it toward the port, the smell of oil and rubber hitting your nose. Nebula walked off leaving you by yourself.

You took the time to look out passed the barrier keeping you from space. It felt just like yesterday when you were within the guardian's ship, watching as the stars and galaxies danced along its black canvas, the vastness of it still taking your breath away. You could never get sick of seeing space, not when it still held undiscovered planets that you still had yet to explore.

"Good morning, Stardust. It appears we're the first ones to arrive." The voice of Adam appeared at your side; the flicker of warmth filled the space between you. You didn't dare look at him, not when he seen you so vulnerable the night before, you could still hazily remember him guiding you back to your apartment.

You could still feel his fingertips brush against your chest as he pulled the blanket over you, and the way he tucked your hair behind your ear while you mumbled nonsense. His soft hushed voice lulling you to sleep, staying at your side until your breathing evened out, not realizing the storm of emotions that the night had caused you. You didn't want to think about, didn't want to fall for a simple sweet gesture, so, you put up your walls, hiding behind the sarcasm and annoyance.

"Shouldn't you be stating the obvious somewhere else?" At your response, you could feel the way Adam's body shifted, and the way his hands twitched at his sides.

"Thor invited me on this journey. Did he not mention that to you." You gave him a sideways glance, seeing the soft smile on his face as he continued to look out into stars, not paying any mind to the jab you tried to make.

The thought that he would be tagging along was making you want to stay on Nowhere just to avoid the feeling bubbling in your chest.

"No, he didn't." You turned your attention back out into the vacuum of space.

The silence was deafening, it was both awkward and suffocating. You wanted your body to move, to find Nebula just so you wouldn't bask in the warm glow his body gave off. You couldn't fathom the comfort he brought you, it felt like everything was going to be okay, but you didn't want that. You wanted to stay within the confines of sadness, anger and regret.

"May I ask you a question?" Adam's words were like sandpaper against your ears, irritation already coming to mask your feelings. He seemed to take your silence as approval because he turned to face you, giving you his undivided attention.

You could feel him reach out as he spoke, "I have been thinking—well, knowing that I have—I would like-" He took a deep breath in, while he tried to find the words.

You could feel yourself slip away from existence for a minute. His words ringing in your head like a constant alarm. He spoke too quickly, to quietly to fully register what he was trying to say but you could feel your lungs beginning to burn from holding your breath. It was painfully obvious he was nervous, and you didn't want any part in what he had to say; at least that's what you wanted to believe.

You could feel the heat through his fingertips as they brushed the back side of your hand hesitantly. Your head turned in his direction finally looking up into his golden eyes watching as he opened his mouth slightly, before closing it and swallowing his nerves. His gaze went from your eyes down to your lips then back, your heart skipping a beat as he finally found the courage to speak. "Would you like to-"

"What the flark are you two doin?" The loud gruff voice made you jump, your hand quickly pulling away from his.

You stepped away from Adam as your eyes followed the sound of footsteps that came to an abrupt stop just a few feet away. The sight of Rocket standing, staring between you and Adam made it easier to not think too much into Adam's words.

You could hear a faint huff from your side, glancing over to Adam for just a second. He seemed disappointed, annoyed, at the sudden interruption. However, you thanked the gods that you were saved from whatever it was he wanted. But when you turned your attention to the raccoon, you couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't any better.

As you looked at Rocket, the images, the feeling of him replayed in your head. The lump in your throat and twist in your gut made it feel like you were going to throw up. You couldn't possibly face Rocket, not right now, not when the wound was still fresh. You tried to push it out, to ignore it, but the way his hard gaze disappeared at the concern on your face was enough to tell you he might remember just as much as you did.

"Captain Rocket, it is nice to see you." Adam's words were less soft compared to before, it was like he was a completely different person now. It made you do a double take in looking to him then to Rocket.

"Yea yea goldie. I actually came to give you this." His words directed at you were unwavering, the cool calm tone hurting you more than you thought it would, but excitement replace that emotion within you at the sight of your uniform.

You were breathless as you spoke, "Does this mean-"

"Yes, it does. I can see all the progress you've made, even just a little." Rocket forced his smile up to you, his eyes softening at your excited jumps of glee.

You were quick to grab your uniform from his grasp, not missing the way your hand gently brushed against the back of his paw.

You could see Rocket's body stiffen, you both feeling the tension beginning to build. You wanted to say something, to ask if he remembered but you bit your tongue, hiding behind your veil of excitement.

"Thank you, so much Rocket. You don't know how happy I am to be back." You could feel his gaze shift away from you, putting up his own walls in the process, "Don't mention it Doll, been needing that out of my office anyway."

You could feel a mix of relief and disappointment. Of course, he wasn't too keen on talking about feelings if it didn't involve half a bottle of whiskey, but that was if he remembered, and by the looks of it, it seemed he wasn't in the mood to tell.

You were so lost in thought you didn't hear the rushed footsteps from behind you. You could feel yourself being lifted from off the ground, your whole body twisting and turning at the tight grip around your legs and torso that hoisted you up bridal style. The scream of surprise you let out had Rocket and Adam both jumping in place.

"My dear! You are finally awake." Thor's voice was right next to your ear, your whole body ceasing its attempt at fighting back.

You playfully punched his chest, letting out a loud sigh of relief. "Don't do that, you scared me half to death."

You could feel your whole body shake along with his laugh; it felt nice to have him distract you from your thoughts.

"Shall we set out on our little adventure. We're all here now." Thor gently set you back onto your feet, giving you a noogie and throwing your hair askew. You felt your smile falter as you swatted at his hand, already slightly annoyed with his antics.

Once you recovered, you looked behind him to see Drax and the little ones. The sight of Lyra waving frantically had you smiling brightly, you knew it was going to be a good day.

"Will you be joining us, Captain?" The question from Adam made your hair stand on end. You tried not to eavesdrop, but you could already feel the eyes staring into the back of your head as Lyra ran toward you.

"I'm sitting this one out, I need to find our next mission. You guys have fun." Rocket's quick response was followed by his fleeting footsteps.

You were once again feeling that mix of relief and disappointment. The feeling swallowing you whole, you were already beginning to overthink but as Lyra's small hands wrapped around your neck it disappeared. She would be your main focus today, and that was enough.

The travel time was short, Thor already seemed familiarized with the system you were in. When you set down onto the unknown planet, you could see a coastal town, the bright blue of the ocean blended well with the faint hint of light blues and tan colors of the town. It was breathtaking seeing such a beautiful planet, even just the smallest part of it.

Thor had mentioned it was going to be an all-day trip considering the planet's days were similar to Earths, if not shorter.

You were helping Thor sort through the supplies, making sure you had enough for lunch, dinner and the beach day activities when Drax had announced he would be taking the kids to the town alongside Adam. You were relived to be away from Adamm, even for a short few hours, but you made the most of it taking the time to indulge in the natural riches of the planet, sunbathing out on the dock of Thor's ship.

It had been almost an hour since Drax left and you were listening to the crashing of waves, and the soft breeze that blew by every once in a while. It felt nice to empty your mind in such a beautiful place, but it didn't last long when you heard the heavy footsteps within the ship, Thor's voice calling from behind you.

"Have you had breakfast?" You could feel your stomach rumble at the mention of food, deciding it was best to stand from your laying position. "No, but if you have something to snack on that would be great."

Thor shook his head, "Absolutely not, I will make you my specialty."

You hummed, deciding to take a seat beside the kitchen island to wait for him to give you whatever he had in mind. Thor didn't waste any time in pulling out the ingredients and getting too work. You were in awe that he was making it from scratch.

As you watched him work, you felt nostalgia begin to flow through your body.

You glanced around at the empty seats at your side, the sinking feeling in your stomach returning for another reason.

The Avenger tower would whirl to life as each one of you woke up, tired eyes and mumbled good mornings. The clatter in the kitchen followed by the faint scent of coffee, the warmth of the morning light peeking through the large windows and faint chatter of your quiet sing song voice.

Tony would be the first one up, taking a walk to the small bakery down the road. He would come back with two dozen donuts and his own expensive coffee. He would be having a donut in the corner looking over his schematics while you fought to not argue about the coffee you were making.

Bruce would be leaving the bathroom with a freshly shaven face, and grabbing a cup of coffee that you poured him, his lazy thank you as he took a sip, then he would join Tony on the sofa giving his opinions every now and again.

Steve would be walking into the kitchen, his workout clothes hugging his body just right as he thanked you for the cup of coffee, then he would set out on retrieving utensils and cooking pans while you dug through the fridge and cabinets for ingredients.

Thor would be stirring from his slumber on the couch, his eyes scanning the room before sitting up and heading to the bathroom. Once he returned, he would take your place next to Steve to help cook breakfast, joking with you about being a terrible cook. You would argue back that you used to work in a cafe, while Nat and Clint would be bickering down the hall almost synchronizing with you and Thor.

Nat would be the first to sit beside you before Clint followed. They would sit and continue their argument about waffles and pancakes, or any breakfast item to prove which was better.

Thor and Steve would be happily chatting while serving up breakfast, barely taking in Nat and Clints opinions on what they preferred, then you would all sit around and eat, chatting about what the plans were for the upcoming week.

You really missed those lazy mornings.

"So, how did last night go? I spent an hour trying to wash my face from you and Rocket." Thor's voice had ripped you from your reminiscing.

The mention of last night making you forget your earlier thoughts as you felt the swell of mixed emotions. You wanted to tell him; to respond honestly but you felt your walls beginning to cloud your judgment. "It's nothing worth mentioning."

Thor hummed, glancing back at you. "I was told from Nebula that you and Rocket had to be escorted to your homes."

He laughed, "It must've been a fun night; sorry I didn't stay up longer."

He waited for you to have a backhanded comment or to deny it but at your silence he glanced back again. He could see the distant look in your eyes, he felt like there was something wrong and he wasn't going to ignore it.

"My dear, are you alright?" Thor's voice echoed off the walls of his ship, the faint smell of pancakes and syrup followed alongside him as he placed the plate in front of you.

You could hear Love and Lyra playing outside, they must've just gotten back from town. You focused on their laughter and screams of joy, letting it occupy your brain.

Thor gently place his hand on your shoulder, squeezing softly to get your attention. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You looked down at the pancakes, the syrup dripping off of one side inviting you to take a bite, but the sight had your stomach turning. The gentle breeze from outside drifted in, the faint scent of salt hitting your senses.

You wanted to ignore the sadness in your heart, the realization that this was worse than death.

"(y/n)." Thor's quiet say of your name had you jumping, turning your attention to him like he had yelled at you. His expression was full of worry. You didn't feel like you deserved such sympathy, not when everything seemed to be falling apart.

"Sorry. I'm just tired." You lifted the fork full of plush cakes to your lips, still feeling his gaze on you as you took a bite. Thor wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't completely oblivious and that jeopardized your attempt at hiding.

"Listen, I know something is wrong. You're never so quiet, where's my sassy sister at?" Thor was trying to make you smile at the name, the name that always got you to laugh and roll your eyes. He wanted you to give him some sort of reaction, anything. but you couldn't muster enough to care, the void in your chest completely engulfing your very being in sadness.

"I said I'm tired." You repeated, taking another bite of the breakfast item.

Thor smiled softly, taking a seat next to you. "You cannot fool me dear, I know something is wrong." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rocking you back and forth, still trying to get you to smile, to break the mask you were wearing.

You could feel the irritation bubbling up in your chest at his arm wrapped around you. It made you feel claustrophobic. His braying voice making your ears hurt and the tightness in your throat nearly made you choke on your food. You tried counting in your head, taking deep breathes through your nose to calm yourself.

You could feel another rush of sadness at the faint voice of Adam from outside, the familiar burn within your heart tore away the sadness. You wanted nothing more than to let it sweep you off your feet, but the events within the last twenty-four hours were already becoming too hard to bear.

All of the walls Adam crept through wanted to seal up, but they couldn't, not when he was at your side. You didn't want to feel that extra skip in your heart, or the heat on your cheeks, or the pain from grinning to hard. You wanted nothing more than to ignore it, to avoid those attractively captivating eyes, to forget the feel of muscular hands pulling you into his comforting embrace.

Yet, no matter how hard you pushed him away with every back handed comment, every snap of anger or rude gesture, it completely went over his head. He would smile, chuckle and pretend you didn't just insult him. It was like he didn't care, like he was okay with being nestled in the small space he worked his way through even if it meant getting hurt. You hated that about him. You didn't want him, and you didn't need him.

"You can tell me anything, I'm always here for-" Thor couldn't even finish his sentence before you shoved his arm off of your shoulder, standing from your seat abruptly with a loud sigh, knocking the plate to the floor in the process.

You couldn't control your raging emotions, or the words that fell from your lips. "Get off my back, will ya?! I can't have a peaceful morning and the breakfast you made for me without you being a pain in my ass. I said there's nothing wrong and you keep prying. It's pissing me off."

You were taking deep shallow breathes now, your hands clenched at your side, while Thor was pulled away from you slightly. The anger was continuing to build, you were trying so hard to fight off your earlier thoughts.

Thor tried to speak, to say something "My dear, I'm just worried about you."

You were completely blinded with anger now. You hate him, hated the way he made you feel. "Worried? What you should be worried about is that the moment you showed up shit hit the fan. If I had known your surprise visit would involve such events, I would've kicked you out."

Thor was in compete shock, he wasn't able to hide the sadness on his face at your words, and it made him feel smaller as you continued. "I don't want you here, no one does. You're so annoying, you can't shut up for two seconds to read the room. I've had a really shitty night, and I'm sick of you trying to work your way into something that doesn't involve you."

He couldn't even argue back, the sight of your whole-body trembling in anger was enough for him to know that there was definitely something wrong.

You couldn't possibly mean what you said, he tried so hard to believe that, even when there was no sway in your glare, no indication that what you said was nothing but the truth. You may be quick to anger but this was different, you never lashed out like this in all the years he's known you. Except for one time, and that was a long time ago right after... this was a cry for help, and he didn't know how to go about it because he wasn't the one who comforted you all those years ago.

The silence and tension in the air filled your lungs, each breath burning. Your heart was pounding in your ears looking into Thor's blue eyes, waiting for him too snap back, for him to be angry with you.

The thought of those gentle golden hands that cradled you until you stopped crying, and the tickle of whiskers on your face made your teeth clench. You wanted to feel something else, needed to focus on anything that wasn't the night prior. You wanted to block it out, it was eating away at your heart, numbing your senses, and any knowledge of the tears of anger spilling from your eyes.

You hated this, hated feeling so weak when you were supposed to be the strongest. The years after you lost your parents you were adamant on hiding your tears, your emotions but then you met Steve and the Avengers. Every day that passed you could feel your walls slipping more and more, digging a hole for you to lie in.

They made you feel safe and at home, every single one of them wormed their way into your heart, the heart that was caged off from fear of losing them. And when you got too comfortable, just like with your parents, the world surprised you with its cruelty. You lost the Avengers, and you lost Steve. You couldn't bear the burden that laid on your shoulders after that, you sealed yourself off no matter how much your heart yearned for intimacy.

Now with Adam, everything was tenfold, it was like your entire existence was altered. He brought out that sensitivity, the guardians brought out your weaknesses more than the Avenger's ever could and even then, you lost Quill, Thor and Mantis. In every scenario where you opened up, you've lost more than you could withstand. Not one has stayed, not one has given you the satisfaction of recuperating what you felt.

At least that's what you wanted to believe but as you looked into Thor's saddened expression, you knew that you were beginning to doubt that you were ever angry or annoyed to begin with. It was just like you to keep pushing and pushing until they gave up on you.

You could feel the tears streaming down your face now, the anger vanishing into the sadness you've been trying so hard to suppress.

This was always your fault; you were just trying to protect yourself from heartbreak and here you were breaking his heart, breaking the heart of the one who took time out of their busy life to visit, and the one who saw right through the mask you put on since day one.

A loud sob left your lips, your whole body going ridged as you flung yourself into Thor's arms, the warmth of his hug tarnishing the hurt you felt. You cried, letting all the pent-up emotions over the past few years drop down onto his clothing, sobbing so loudly your voice became hoarse, your grip around his neck nearly choking him.

He was the one who actually stayed after everything.

You tried to speak, to apologize for being so stupid but you were only met with his hushed voice as he rocked you gently within his hold, "It's okay, it's okay. Let it out."

Thor was holding onto your crying form for what felt like hours, each time you would start to calm down the tears would start up again. It went on like that for a while, and he was willing to wait. He didn't realize just how much you were holding back, and that frightened him.

How long had you felt this way?

You took a few deep breathes in, steadying yourself in Thor's arms. His grip around your back loosened, as you finally pulled away. You didn't have to say anything as he guided you toward the comforter, sitting you down gently. The fear of speaking was making the silence much louder than it was, and Thor must've felt it too because he cleared his throat waiting for you to speak.

It didn't take long for you to explain why exactly you were feeling the way you did. You told him about Rocket's confession, his words, his touch, his kiss. You explained how frightened you were, how it rattled you to the core to even think about him in such a way. Your feelings were mixed, you knew the love you had for Rocket was only platonic and that broke your heart not being able to give him what he wanted.

Fresh tears were already beginning to spill as you waited for his say on the matter.

"That all happened last night?" His voice rumbled with amusement, a teasing smile on his face at an attempt to lighten the mood.

You wanted to facepalm, he never wanted to take anything seriously, but you couldn't be mad. It felt nice that he was trying to make you smile.

"Yea, I had no one to tell. Rocket most likely doesn't remember, and I didn't want to bring it up when I saw him this morning." You could hear your voice quiver at the mention on Rocket, and Thor could see the way you began to fidget.

"That is, a lot, to say the least..." Thor had a thoughtful look on his face, still taking in the information. You watched as his expression changed, a familiar glimmer in his blue eyes as he looked out into the scenery of the planet you were on.

"So, you and Adam huh?" You wanted to punch him in that moment, wondering what exactly he was getting at.

"What about Adam and me?" You tried hard not to let any emotion slip, but you knew you were fucked when you avoided his gaze as his hearty chuckle flew around the quiet space.

"My dear, you do realize I know that look he gives you. It's the same look you'd give-" Thor paused, deciding not to say his name. He cleared his throat before continuing, "What I'm saying is, the rabbit saw it before you could, even I saw it when we were introduced."

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush off the flutter in your chest. "There's nothing to see. You don't know Adam. He was a mindless killing machine when he first got here. He has no knowledge of whatever it is you're thinking, he wasn't programmed with it."

You could feel Thor shift, his hearty laughter bouncing off the walls of his ship. "You jest. No one is preprogrammed with knowledge, it's taught, even improvised. It's common sense."

"Adam was made in a literal machine." You emphasized your words by moving your hands, trying to explain further so Thor could understand. However, it didn't stick.

"Machine or not. He can still learn." Thor wasn't wrong, and that had you pushing back the hope you didn't really want to acknowledge.

"Thor. Adam was born to be perfect, someone so perfect doesn't have a need for shit like that. Especially when the Sovereign literally make their children in pods, so stop trying to make it work." You didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

"It just sounds like you're in denial my dear, like you don't want to believe that he can love past companionship." Thor gave you a sly smirk, nudging your shoulder gently. "Don't worry your secret is safe with me."

You could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up, "Thor that's not funny. I don't even—he's just—I'm not—oh fuck off."

Thor laughed again, finding amusement over you being a stuttering mess. You didn't find it as entertaining, hating that you let it get to you as much as it did.

The calming silence that fell over you both was comforting, the weight being off your shoulders and the tightness in your chest was gone. It felt nice to just enjoy the weightlessness. Thor made a small noise, almost a grunt to break the silence. You refocused your gaze on him, waiting for him to speak what was on his mind.

"You know, let's assume he was taught." You hummed in acknowledgment of his words, as he continued. "Who would he confide in his emotions to?"

You froze, that question never crossing your mind. "I'm not sure. He doesn't talk to anyone besides the guardians, even then that's still a slim possibility, considering most of us rarely talk about emotions in general."

You could practically hear the gears running on overtime within your and Thor's head. The silence that fell over you only lasted a few seconds before Thor started throwing out ideas. "Who's someone that's close to you, someone that has actually been in a relationship or experienced love in such a way."

You hummed, "Well considering Adam doesn't understand that. I think someone who experiences emotions in large quantities would be enough."

Thor rested his chin on the palm of his hand, "You don't think it could Lyra, or what was his name... the babysitter."

"Drax." Just as you corrected him you froze. The mention of Lyra and Drax had the gears in your head beginning to turn in a consistent manner. "No, he couldn't be, could he?"

"He could. I used to talk to Stark about Jane and me, as weird as that sounds." The mention of Stark had you both looking down at your hands, feeling like it was only yesterday when he made his sacrifice. Thor cleared his throat again, much harder and gruffer than before, fighting off his own inner battle of regret.

"He was the only one in a bit more stable relationship than the rest of us, I didn't know Bart well enough to ask him." Thor's response was all you needed to hear before you groaned loudly, repeating 'no' over and over again.

You were holding your head in your hands, "I don't like Adam like that-" 

"Like I said, your secret is safe with me." Thor was smirking as you peaked through your fingers, shooting him a glare before you went back to your uncomfortable rant. "If Drax and Lyra are really trying to explain something as vast and versatile as the emotion love, then it's going to be all out of wack. Drax is way too literal and up front, and Lyra—Lyra only knows from movies and books."

At the mention of each of their takes on love, Thor laughed to the point of tears holding onto his sides. It was bad enough you were already concerned but now you were more than embarrassed. You wanted the world to swallow you whole, wanting to be anywhere but here in the moment.

Thor's gentle nudge of your shoulder had your panic cease for a moment. "My dear sweet sister, it's only an assumption. If you're right about your golden god, then you have nothing to worry about because he couldn't possibly 'have a need for that shit.'"

Thor's teasing tone from quoting you made you groan again, however, what he said was accurate. You really didn't have anything to worry about if you were right about Adam.

You and Thor decided to join the kids outside after cleaning up the mess you made, and a long hug filled with more than enough apologies on your end.

The day went on beautifully, most of the kids swam around and picked up quick on the games Thor would teach them. Lyra was at your side most of the time, helping you search for pretty shells and sand dollars. Drax was watching intently from the sidelines, making sure all the kids were accounted for and safe. Adam was besides Drax mostly talking with him and you couldn't help but remember your earlier conversation with Thor, and when their eyes locked onto your own you quickly averted your gaze back to Lyra.

It had only been a few hours before the kids got hungry, meaning it was just about lunch time. So, you and Thor set up the little snack bar for them to enjoy which you didn't think was necessary, but Thor had already spent so much on the supplies that you just went along with it. The kids were more than happy eating whatever was given to them, mostly the few sweet treats that Thor had provided.

"Mother?" The soft voice of Lyra had your head turning down to her from your conversation with Drax, "Yes sweetheart?"

You could see her brows knit together, her blue eyes wandering around the room while she fidgeted with the towel hugged against her chest. She looked nervous, and you couldn't help but feel worried. When she didn't respond immediately you bent down on one knee to be eye level with her.

"Lyra, what is it? Is something wrong?" You gently brushed her hair out of her face, feeling her gently lean into your touch.

Lyra shook her head, "No mother, but can you and I go back to town."

You could see her worried expression waiting for your answer, you weren't going to say no, but you were curious why she needed to go there. "Can I ask why?"

Lyra's eyes looked to the empty snack bowl that was once filled with sweets, then back you. "Bort, the treats are gone. I seen a—how do you say—cake?"

You could feel your heart swell; she was just the cutest. "Of course, sweetie. would you like to go now?"

Lyra immediately nodded her head, already grabbing ahold of your hand to guide you out of the ship. You pulled back gently, making sure to tell Drax and Thor where you and Lyra were going.

The walk to the town felt short, even though it appeared a lot further than you expected. You enjoyed the heat of the sun, the gentle breeze that swayed along the tropical trees. The town was a lot prettier than from the ship, the walls had beautiful waves etched into it, the clay of blue settled nicely with the faint hue of orange on each building. Some were darker shades some were lighter shades, not one building being like the last, they all had their own unique look to them. You could see wooden signs, their language burned into them, hanging over certain buildings. Through glass windows you spotted people nestled within seats, chatting or making purchases. It felt like home, much calmer than other planets you had previously visited.

Lyra tugged your hand down an ally, you could hear the loud voices and footsteps echoing from the very end of the alley. You were blinded from the sun's rays, and when you stepped back out into the street the hanging of cloth shielded the blinding sun. You could see that this was the busiest part of this coastal town, there were vendors with food, clothing, antiques and so on. You were in awe at the sight, not realizing just how much you missed such a sight, you half expected them to flock toward you to sell their items, but they seemed more immersed in each other. You followed behind Lyra as she weaved through the buzz of the market, you felt uneasy, but each local, vendor or not, would give you a warm smile and a slight bow.

Lyra finally let go of your hand, coming to an abrupt stop in front of a small limestone building. It had a small paper sign stung across the top, with what looked to be leaves on either side of the name 'blessed goods'.

You were expecting Lyra to run in, but she was standing idly by the entrance, waiting for you to enter first. You could practically see her body shaking with anticipation, and she nearly toppled over you as you swung the door open.

A clatter of shells and glass hung atop the door, swaying and clanking against one another to signal someone had entered. The first thing you noticed was the scent, it hit you like a ton of bricks; the richness of the smells settles on your tongue nearly making you drool. It was similar to the smell of a bakery, vanilla, caramel, even coffee, but it was so much better than just a usual bakery from Terra.

Lyra was quick to pick out what she wanted, the cupcake that sat within a small container from a large open fridge. The sight of a frosting sat on top; a vanilla cake nestled beneath it, it looked like a pink carnation, a flower you vaguely remembered.

You glanced at the contents in the fridge. They held cupcakes, and smaller cakes; each one was different but still had the theme of earth flowers, they were breathtaking. It surprised you to see even the faintest knowledge of Terra was known even as far as this planet.

"Is it okay to get this one?" Lyra's voice snapped you out of your daze, her blue eyes begging as she held up the cupcake.

You nod, giving in to the temptation of the baked goods. "Yes, I think I'm going to get one too."

You were looking up and down at all the floral cakes, before deciding to grab one that had a sunflower on top. Just as your fingers grazed against the cool plastic, you could feel a gentle hand against yours stopping you from fully grabbing onto it. You turned to your left, making eye contact with a much older man. Thinking you had done something wrong; you bowed your head slightly and apologized. When you looked back up, you were met with a sweet smile on the shop owners face, it was nothing but sincere.

"I don't think that's the cake for you, how about this one?" His soft voice was just as sweet as he looked, his grey hair peeking through the scarf wrapped around his head as his wrinkled hands gently guided your own to wrap around another container.

You wanted to ask why you couldn't just take the sunflower, but the sight of what looked to be daisy had you speechless. He seemed to hum at your surprised and wondering expression,

"It is for new beginnings. I have studied these flowers in my youth from Terra, it is a beautiful place. You must miss it."

You could feel your head spin, "How did you-"

"Your daughter speaks highly of you; I was just happy to listen." His soft smile never left as he looked down at Lyra who had a blush spreading across her face in embarrassment having been caught. "I would like to recommend this one as well, for your friend, he leaves soon does he not?"

The old man shifted around you to the other side of the fridge, plucking another container from the display shelf. Forget-me-not, a flower you least expected to see with such detail in the petals and colors.

You nodded your head, deciding Lyra had spoken with too much detail about your trip, but you couldn't be mad. "Yes, and thank you so much. These are beautiful, your attention to detail is mind boggling. They look so real."

"Yes, they do, however, I do not spend as much time on them as you would think. They aren't just regular old pastries, each one is crafted for someone specific, either a gift or for personal pleasure." His voice faded as he wandered behind the counter, pointing to some of the floral paintings on the walls and a list that sat upon the counter. "I know which ones are needed for those who enter, these flowers have meanings, and I aid in their message."

You looked at some of the cookies that sat on the countertop, small dots of leaves and lilies frosted atop, a sign sitting next to them with the words 'be the change you want to see' scribbled on it.

You looked behind him in the kitchen, not catching a single glimpse of utensils or baking items. It was just a blank canvas, all the paint was sitting upon the pallet, and the brush nonexistent, yet it still created the most beautiful masterpiece in all of existence.

The realization made your hair stand on end, looking down at the cupcakes you were about to buy. "You're not some normal old baker... are you?"

"No." His sweet smile didn't falter as he began to bag the pastries, "I dabble in sorcery, it makes the clean up much easier."

You slouched your shoulders in relief, then you covered your mouth shaking your head and giggling. "I should've known, no normal baker could add so much detail in frosting without some sort of magic."

The man laughed, taking his time in the conversation. "Indeed, not many can excel in the arts, but I put it to use in my love for baking."

You hummed, waiting for a price on the items but he leaned against the counter closer to you pointing to a poster along the bottom of the counter. "Speaking of magic, you arrived on the night of the festival that only happens once every century. You must join in on this beautiful tradition of the shower of stars carried across the planet, it is said to give good fortune of love and abundance."

Lyra squealed from behind you, grabbing onto your shirt tugging roughly. "Mother, please. I won't ask for anything else; please can we see the stars?!"

"Lyra-" You really didn't want to stay much longer, the whole trip was nearly ruined not too long ago.

You looked down to Lyra, and as you did you watched her expression contort, her eyes going wide as her bottom lip pouted out, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. Her voice begging as she pleaded once again. "Please, mother."

She knew just how to make you crack with her puppy eyes; she really was going to be the bane of your existence. You sighed gently ruffling her hair, "I would love to go, but it's not me you have to convince. You have to get Drax to-"

After your words of agreement left your mouth Lyra was already tugging you out of the store, she didn't even let you finish paying or speaking as the bag of sweets were somehow within her grasp.

You tried to pull back, but she was already out the door when you heard the shop owner call out from behind you. "No need to pay, just enjoy the festival. It starts at dusk!"

And with that you and Lyra practically sprinted back to the ship, her pulling you along the path down to the beach.

Drax was happy to agree, not only because he had a soft spot for the kids but also because if he didn't, he would never hear the end of it. So, when dusk started to approach quickly, everyone made their way into town. The only source of light was the setting sun and the bright lights from the center of town, like a guiding light in the dark.

Love was holding onto your hand while she held onto Thor's. It felt nice to just watch the dancing and singing of all the locals.

Love swayed your hands back and forth to the beat of the drums, her laugh following alongside the instruments strumming. There was a faint flicker from above as the sun disappeared over the Horizen, the music becoming increasing louder. Thor had let go of Love's hand, her grip along your fingers were warm as she guided you to dance along with her. You swayed your arms with hers, moving your body along to the words being sung. It didn't take long for the native music to switch up, having a faster pace than before. You could practically feel the drums vibrating the core of your body, the once soft vocals harmonized into something much rougher. It was like a ritual, lifting your very soul from your body.

Lyra's footsteps and voice went unnoticed as you lifted Love twirling her around. Lyra nearly yanked your hands away from Love's as you set her down, you could see the faint glow of purple unraveling within Love's eyes as she glared at Lyra. She was quick to grab your hand, hiding behind you to avoid the death glare from the other girl, you couldn't help but feel disappointment drip from your lips as you looked down to Lyra.

"Why didn't you just ask sweetheart?" You were afraid your voice was drowned out by the music but the way Lyra pulled away and looked up to you, her blue eyes shimmer in the light from her misty eyes, you knew your scolding didn't go unheard.

When Lyra didn't respond you looked over to Love, whose purple eyes went back to their natural color, her arms were crossed over her chest. You knew that she wanted an apology, which you thought was fair considering what Lyra had done.

"Lyra, that wasn't very nice. Can you apologize to Love?" You could feel her grip against your hand loosen, her blue eyes darting from you to Love.

"Mother, I—" Lyra couldn't find the words, her mouth falling open and closed as she struggled. The small huff that left her lips mixed into a sob, her hand withdrawing from your own as tears began to spill down her cheeks. You were quick to reach out for her again, but she was already running the other way.

Guilt sat within your chest, as you gave an apologetic smile to Love before running after Lyra. You could hear her voice fade out into the distance as Thor's voice followed, you ignored both of them as you attempted to track down where Lyra had gone.

It felt like hours of searching, but with adrenaline coursing through your veins it was only half an hour. You checked around the markets, into buildings that still had dim lights on, out by the ship and even back at the flower shop but you came up empty handed.

You called out Lyra's name, looking at the outskirts of town. Once again you tried to call her name, hoping for her to call back but you were only met with faint sounds of laughter, music and the crashing of waves. The guilt now sat in the back of your throat, not wanting to give up on finding her, but with each passing second it felt like you were drifting further. Just when you were about to turn and look elsewhere, your eyes caught sight of two silhouettes closer to the beach. Your body moved faster than your mind could keep up with, your heart hammering in your chest as you drew near. The faint voices growing louder with each step, you were quick to embrace the small figure, nearly crushing her within your hold as you let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't run off like that, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Lyra let out a sound of discomfort as you held her close, her arms hooked at her sides as she struggled to speak but the familiar silky tone interrupted.

"I apologize; I should have brought her to you when I found her." Adam stood from his sitting position, bowing slightly in acknowledgement of his misjudgment. You couldn't care less what he had to say, ignoring him all together as you set Lyra down.

"Why did you run off? I thought you and Love were friends. what happened?" You weren't trying to hide the bit of anger and concern that surfaced, holding Lyra's shoulders so she wouldn't run off again. Her gaze shifted downward trying to hide her expression from you as she spoke,

"We are, I don't like that she stole you." You didn't know what to respond with, you already knew she was a bit jealous to begin with, but you didn't know she would do something so harsh.

Her voice trembled, as she took a deep breath in not being able to hide her annoyance. "Ever since Uncle Thor showed up, you don't spend time with me anymore, it's like I don't exist. I don't want to feel this way but I—I just want my mother."

Your heart broke, the lump in your throat returning at her words. Your grip tightened on her shoulders as you pulled her close, gently wrapping your arms around Lyra, her tears beginning to stain the collar of your shirt. Her small arms were quick to wrap around your neck as she cried, letting all of her pent-up emotions out.

You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, the guilt slipping down your cheeks. The thought that you were so caught up in your own problems you couldn't even give your sweet child the love and happiness you promised. You were so angry before, so sad.

The denial that Lyra appreciated Adam more than you was a mutual feeling that you both felt, jealousy running deeply through your veins you didn't even know you were ignoring it with the emotions on Rocket and Adam. There was a lot you had left to unbag, Thor got the brunt of it while Lyra was stuck watching from the back lines as your relationship blossomed, feeling like she was being left behind.

You never couldn't have imagined that her emotions were coming closer and closer to matching your own, except she wasn't able to hide them like you had, not being able to ignore the aching in her chest when she saw you smiling and laughing with Love. That's the beauty of innocence, the ability to let her emotions run rampant without fear of being judged, being able to let it out within hours, days, compared to the years you spent suffering. She didn't deserve to feel the way you did, she didn't need the weight, the pain. She can't fight that much was obvious, she didn't need to not when you were here.

This was all your fault. You keep pushing and pushing, you didn't even realize you were pushing your little girl away. The little girl who meant more to you than any being, any friend, any weight or pain you felt. She deserves the world, and you were sick of letting your emotions cloud your judgment on people who had nothing to do with the cause.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never—I couldn't—I didn't—I never wanted you to feel like you didn't matter but I was so focused on Thor that I didn't even notice you were hurting." You were finding it harder to breathe as you buried your tears in her hair. You couldn't let the guilt eat you, not now, not when there was a better time. She needed to enjoy the festival her time here instead of what you failed at. "It's okay to be jealous but you shouldn't hurt Love like that. It was my fault, not hers. I promise I'll do better and after Thor leaves, you'll have my undivided attention." 

Lyra pulled away slightly to wipe away the few tears that fell, a small smile finding its way to her features. She was holding onto your shoulder as she looked up to you, "Can we watch movies, the ones from earth. A-and can you make that—what is the word—popcorn?"

You could feel your chest tighten, your eyes misting over as you nodded along to her question, "yes we can have as many movie nights as you want."

Lyra looked over to Adam who was watching the whole thing unfold, his hands clenching and unclenching before his arms folded against his chest as a soft smile was directed at the little girl at your side. You could feel her lean against your chest again a sigh leaving her lips, as she took another deep inhale as she wiped snot against her sleeve.

"Would it be okay for Adam to join us? Like before, when we would all-" her words were drowned out at you caught sight of Adam soft gaze on your quick glance in his direction.

You knew what she wanted, but you didn't know if you could provide that. The time you spent running from his need to be a friend, his need to get on your good side after everything he had done to Rocket, your family. Then, his warm embrace, his feather light touches, his voice, the comfort he brought to your soul, everything about him screamed to be your friend and your mind went to more.

You hated the way your spirit lifted from hope, using the fuel from rage and tears bringing a gulf of flames between your relationship. Every time he was near there was a tug on your soul, welcoming you with open arms and you ignored it over and over again. Your soul never sang so many sonnets, poems dripping from each pump of your heart, each tear that fell from your face dripping like the drums of the music playing in the background.

You focused on the sound of music, feel the haze build within your body, the numb feeling hiding away your growing emotions. The focus was Lyra, not Adam, you can't focus on two whole earth-shattering emotions. This whole day has been filled with way too many ups and downs and you didn't know if you had it in you for another rollercoaster ride.

"Of course, Lyra, anything you want. What do you say we go talk to Love and Thor, and get this all sorted out?" You licked your lips, tasting the faint hint of salt from your stray tears. Lyra's soft nod against your palm, was enough for you to stand. Guiding her hand into your own, as Adam stood idly beside you.

You wanted to say something, anything. The thought that he was going to give you that same sweet smile, that velvet voice comforting you with just a simple 'it's okay' was enough to have goosebumps appear along your skin. You wanted it but fought against it.

Lyra gently let go of your hand, letting it slip away from your hold. She knew something you didn't, her earlier outburst was out of her system, something more finding its way into the look she gave Adam. The lack of words was deafening, it was like their silence said more than enough as Lyra nodded. Her small arms wrapping around him to give him a soft hug, then she began to walk back toward the festival. You turned, about to follow alongside her, it was awkward enough being this close and you didn't need to focus on him, not now.

Adam's hand grabbed along your forearm, the tingle bloomed across your entire body from the contact of him holding you back and keeping you in place. You felt annoyance rise from his touch, you were fighting the urge to stay, to give in.

"Adam. I need to-" your voice caught in your throat, feeling him pull you into his chest, his arms wrapping beautifully around your waist. You didn't fight it, you didn't try to pull away, you just let him rest his chin against your shoulder while you inhaled softly. The scent of the Devine graced your scenes, the soft bits of salt and honey mixed with the familiar scent from earlier in the day. The shirt he wore was tainted in the bakery, nearly numbing your senses of him.

You could feel the gentle push against your shoulder, his hand nearly engulfing your shoulder as he stepped back keeping a short distance between you. His gaze was on the entirety of your being, like he was seeing past the skin, past the bone, right into your very thing that kept your spirit contained. The golden hue of his eyes glistening in the faint light of the town behind you, the moons faint peak over the oceans horizon made this feel like some sick romantic movie.

His hand gripped tightly on the thing within his hold, you never realized he was even holding anything. You were going to ask but he was quick to hold it out, popping open the seal and letting the floral smell inflame your nostrils. The lavender, citrusy undertones and spice had your heartbeat loudly in your ears. You couldn't fight the gentle hold it had on your body as Adam gently picked up the cupcake,

"I had purchased this for you, I was told that this was the perfect flower for you." Adam was quick to pull it back slightly, like he had realized something at his words, "I apologize, I should have asked if you wanted such a silly thing. I know you don't-"

You were quick to hold his hand, losing the internal battle within yourself. The hold you had against his hand set a flame burning in your abdomen, allowing it to simmer instead of pushing it away. Your gaze lingered on the cupcake seeing the familiar hints of red, and whites framing the flower of a primrose.

"No. It's okay, thank you." You could feel his grip loosening on the cake, letting you take over your hold on it while he closed the lid of the packaging. You watched his eyes wander down to your lips as you took a bite, the soft feel of the cake was a much softer than you imagined, it was airy, filled with so much in each tingle of sweet flavor telling you a story that you didn't know you were part of. The flicker of the flame rose higher than you could've imagined. You swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to run from the feeling it gave you.

"Have you ever had a cupcake before?" You could see Adam jump slightly, his gaze flicking away from your lips and back up to your eyes. He was quick to shake his head, glancing down at the cake once again then back up to you.

You were gentle in guiding it toward his lips, holding your breath waiting for him to take a bite. The hope was continuing to burn brighter, it was like the cake itself was the sole reason you were making such a bold move.

Adam's lips parted slightly, taking a small bite to see if he liked it. You watched his face go from calm to complete joy in a matter of seconds, he was quick to take a much bigger bite leaving you with the rest as he hummed in satisfaction. You were smiling so hard your face hurt, the laugh erupted from you as you laid the rest on your tongue letting the love drip from your soul.

"That was very pleasant, I do believe I enjoy these cupcakes." Adam licked his bottom lip, whisking away the faint red of the frosting from the corners of his mouth.

You nodded in agreement, letting the crumbs fall from your fingers and onto the sand. The faintest glimmer of light peaked along the dark of night, the stars disappearing at the brightness of the shooting star. Adam was quick to follow your gaze up, watching as stars began to fall from the sky itself.

You were to engulf in the beauty, realizing now this is the magic the old man had spoken of. It stole your breath away, the sight nearly making you topple over from following where they fell.

"Stardust..." Adam's voice was quiet, you could feel the gentle touch of his hand against your own. He was holding both in one hand as he guided them to his chest, cradling them softly. "Earlier, back home, the thing I wanted to say..."

You were now looking back at him, watching as the stars shined off of his eyes. You wondered if he could see them shimmer from your own, he looked beautiful, more than beautiful. It was like when you first laid eyes on him, that stern look was now softened significantly, like he wasn't even that same machine. He looked more human, acted more human, he was different in a good way, a way that had you yearning in the worst way possible.

"I know I was let out of my cocoon early, and we didn't meet under the best circumstances, but I am very grateful that you were the one to teach and help me become accustomed to this new life." You could feel his heartbeat increase under your palms, and that fight you were battling earlier was coming back as Adam took another deep breath in. "I know I am meant to be the very being that defines perfection but when I look at you all I see are the things I lack. I wish to be more for you, perfect for you."

You could feel anger beginning to rise, the anger pushing hard against the need, the want. The lump in your throat nearly choking you as you inhaled sharply, holding your breath. You weren't ready, not for this. As much as you hoped, you spent so long behind the veil of annoyance and anger. Now, that he was speaking, giving you his heart, you weren't sure if you were happy with it.

It was the most beautiful place, the most beautiful moment in any time or space imaginable. You loved him, that much was evident, but your heart still ached dully for a past you could not obtain, a future far from your reach, with someone who doesn't exist anymore.

"I know what these feeling is now, these feelings that seem to continue to grow with every moment I spend with you. I know I am jealous, protective over the others stealing your attention from me, but it all comes from the place I've been trying to understand. I can feel my very soul reaching out to you, it's as if it's calling to me." Adam inhaled sharply again, leaning closer to you in the process, letting his breath fan along your face in a delicate manner. You were on the verge of tears, not from happiness but from sadness.

You could hear the waves crashing, the music getting increasing louder. The festival, the cupcake, the music like a ritual, the taste of the frosting lingering on your tongue like you were having an allergic reaction. There was a swell in your throat.

You could see the past, the vision you wanted for your future.

'You have a life to live, don't let anyone stop you from living it.'

You realized now, you were the person stopping yourself from living. His blue eyes still haunting your nightmares, his touch, his voice screaming calling out to you from the far of reaches of space. The tug against your soul was not to him, no, it was to the golden man in front of you.

You were willing to rid him off your shoulders to embrace this new feeling with open arms, yet you were fighting so hard to keep the last piece of you tethered to Earth, to a family you once had. The thought that it would drift away accepting someone so new, so different from the ones before, would mean it never existed. That the time on earth was nothing more than a dull planet that had no significance besides hurting you in the worst ways possible. You couldn't let Terra be such a place, you wanted it to be your home a place you can still run to, but if you let Adam in then there was no way you'd want to go back. You would want to say on Nowhere, stay with the guardians and be someone more to him and Lyra.

"No. No. Please don't say it, please don't say it." Your words fell from your thoughts and out your lips before you could stop them, Adam paused but smiled softly letting one of his hands to cup your face.

"I know Stardust. I know you're scared, and I am too but I need to tell you. I need to tell you that I know this feeling now and It's—I-" Adam leaned closer his lips gently ghosting over your forehead, a gesture you'd do to Lyra that he must have figured was a gesture of... Gods, you couldn't even say it now. Not when he-

"I love you." Adam's voice was soft. It hurt to hear those words. You hated him, you hated yourself, you didn't want to feel so angry, but it blinded you.

Everything kept adding up, you hated that Rocket's confession couldn't amount to the way Adam's made you feel, it was burning your entire body. You were happy, excited that all that hoping didn't go to waste. But now, you couldn't possibly accept it not now, not when everything was still fresh. Lyra needed you; you needed to talk to Rocket, Thor was leaving. There was so much going on, and the universe just kept adding on more and more shit to the pile, the pile you made.

You really hated yourself.

You let the anger out before you could grab ahold of it, projecting your own fear into the man in front of you as you shoved him away from you. He stumbled back, landing roughly in the sand while you stood over him. You could see the sadness in his eyes, the tears were threatening to spill, and you were fighting against the sympathy brushing past your caged heart. The emotions you shared earlier in the day were long forgotten, as you pondered on your thoughts from earlier.

"You've got to be kidding me, so much for being the perfect human. Do you even know what love is? Do you even have the slightest clue to what you just admitted to?!" You fought back the tears; you fought so hard to keep yourself afloat. Adam stared up at you the tears falling down his cheeks that seemed so foreign like he wasn't meant to show such emotion.

You loved him and it hurt. You couldn't let him be swallowed by your past issues, to be loved by someone who couldn't even admit the feelings were mutual. His heart was pure, and you were going to taint it, no matter how hard you would try to cradle and nurture it, you would end up cracking it under your pressure. He was the perfect being, literally created to be just that, a better version of yourself so how could you possibly amount to being a partner he needed.

"Can't you see that the entirety of our 'friendship' was nothing more than a mission given to me by Rocket. I would've never agreed if it hadn't been for him threatening me from joining the Guardians. Do you even think about anyone but yourself? You got to go save the universe and I was stuck on Nowhere doing nothing because of you, and you think we're friends?!"

He had no need for that shit. He didn't need you; you didn't need him. You weren't going to believe for a second that he knew what he wanted, much less you. You were going to continue to believe that, that this was nothing more than people filling his head with sick love stories and tales of happy endings that weren't real.

"Now that the mission is over, I don't have to pretend to be nice and you know what? You think you're the perfect human being, but you're nothing but a child with powers and your ego is higher than anyone I've ever met. Did you really think I would love a machine? A monster like you?" The venom dripped from every word, as your chest rose and fell frantically. Adam was still on the ground biting back his words as you continued to spew out your anger.

You kept pushing and pushing. You didn't mean it. You didn't mean anything, you knew that, but it was so hard to just let Terra go. To let him stay in the void in your heart where Steve once resided. Adam was perfect, and he proved it every day, but you were far from it. You could never amount to what he needed, and that sucked. You hated yourself more with every word, every lie to keep him far far away from your shitty life.

"I never wanted you here or anywhere near me. If it was up to me, I would've left you with the High Evolutionary, I would've left you to burn up in that shit hole because then you wouldn't be taking Lyra from me and worked your way into every aspect of my life." You finally let your shoulders slouch, watching as Adam turned away, his earlier words long forgotten as you gulped down the lump in your throat.

"I hate you."

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I was thinking about post gotg 3, Rocket and a reader who helps him taking care of the little raccoons they rescued, it would be adorable 🥹

They can be a handful

YES !!!!!!!, So much flarking yes. I absolutely love this idea anon, which was easily the movie's best moment. Word count:512

You were peacefully sleeping in your room on the ship when you felt a patter of very small paws on your cheek, grumbling a little, you woke up to find it was one of the raccoons that Rocket had saved.

"Hey little guy" You said, smiling tiredly as you gently scratched its head, making it chitter happily.

"Got lost huh, I'll get you back to rocket" You sat up, gently holding the raccoon as you got out of bed and went to his room, To which looked like a mess.

"What's wrong bud ??"

"They escaped and I can't flarking find them !!!"

"First of all, language in front of the child. Secondly, just relax, we'll find them ok ??" You reassured.

Ever since he rescued the small creatures, you were by his side helping him through it all of taking care of them, from feeding them to cleaning them. You helped him every step of it all.

"Right... sorry" He took a deep breath and then regained his composure. "Ok let's go look for them"

So you two began to look high and low of the bowie, finding one or two in the cockpit, but where were the rest of them ?? You could see Rocket getting more and more worried by the minute, Have they run away... Or... what if something worse to them happened ??

"Rocket... stay with me Ok?? We found a few of them, I'm sure they're just somewhere in the ship, maybe internally"

"But that's where the combusters are !!, Oh god, they're going to get bur... I'm horrible... I can't even take care of them..."

"Hey, Don't say that. Rocket, you took care of Groot when he was just a bare twig, And look at him now, he's thriving more than ever thanks to you. Because you took care of him, and if you can take care of him, you can take care of these raccoons ok ??" You reassured him softly, to which the raccoons chittered, somewhat agreeing with you.

"Your... Your right. I got this... Thanks y/n" He smiled up at you and went back to looking.

Going further through the ship, he looked inside the ship's internal compartments, but sadly no raccoons, then his ears picked up soft chirping.

"What is it..."

"Shhh" He listened closely to find where the chirping was coming from and followed it.

You two walked to near the ship's heater and found them... all snuggled up soaking in the warmth of the heater.

"Guess they must've gotten cold last night" You said as you gently placed down the found raccoons so they can join for a nap.

"I guess so, maybe I should buy one of those portable heaters" He chuckled as he then laid down alongside them, curling up against them protectively and napping himself.

Smiling, you gently walked away leaving them all be, by god that was the most adorable sight in the whole galaxy. But regardless, like you promised you would help rocket with taking care of them, no matter what the situation ensues.

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[angelofthenight]

*Adam walks into a room*

Rocket: Now there’s a phenomenon. (y/n)’s shadow has arrived before (y/n)

[raccoonfallsharder]

･:*𑁍 overheard on the bowie

[new 8/2] ❤︎‬❤︎ oneshot masterlist | main masterlist fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 12,973.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. see warnings below.

Rocket’s not thinking. His low-light vision is hungrily  licking up the gleam of your shins and your shoulders and your hair — your big shocked eyes all shiny, your lips swollen and bitten and slick. Your panties are still slightly askew and he can see how soaked they are from here: the silken shine of wetness on the inside of your thighs, the puffy outline of that soft, bratty little cunt of yours.  “R-Rocket?” Chest heaving, he leaps onto your bunk, clawed hand cuffing your pretty ankle and yanking. Your breath whuffs out of your lungs as he heaves you off the pile of pillows and down onto your back: t-shirt rumpling up under your shoulderblades and tits, hair splaying like a flower behind your head as he hauls you toward him. Your eyes are all glossy and baffled and maybe a little scared, and that pierces through his glaze of need and greed and wild fury for a second. It’s not your fault you have the worst-behaved little pussy in the galaxy. He reaches out to you and grips your chin, leathery fingers squishing your cheeks just a little, claws denting the flesh — but not cutting.  “I’m gonna help you out with your little problem. ‘Kay?” When you just stare at him mutely, eyes all big and confused and kinda frightened, he grunts and crouches and reaches for your wet panties with his other hand, tapping unerringly against your clothed clit.  “This one, sweetheart. Okay?” Your eyes flicker — he can’t read with what — and your face grows hot under his fingers. He waits, teeth gritted, muscle twitching in his jaw, nose flared and breathing in the scent of you, wet and needy.  Hesitantly, you nod. 

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WARNINGS: absolutely plotless smut. pining, angst, far too much sexual frustration. fingering, spanking and pussy slapping, begging, cunnilingus, praise/degradation, crying, overstim. variations on "slut" and "brat" (affectionate), pet names like "sweetheart," "princess," etc. i scaled back the number of orgasms but it's still a pretty unlikely number for an average humie. i apologize for my sins

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[mackjlee9]

Adam Warlock x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

I tried okay- it's been a while since I've written an actual smut

Masterlist.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3

Requested by sal the mon on Quotev.

Well, this is not how the Guardians' trip to Earth was supposed to go.

Out of everyone, (M/n) was the only one who was reluctant to sleep over at the Quill Residence, so he decided to sleep in his small room in the Bowie, they weren't gonna stay around for too long anyway so he didn't mind staying in the ship.

He thought he was gonna be the only one on the ship, until Adam came up to him silently as he made his way out of the house, "Need anything, Adam?"

The golden boy looked up from the ground at (M/n), and shook his head.

"I lost rock, paper, scissors for one of the rooms," the way he seemed defeated about not being able to stay in Peter's home almost made (M/n) laugh, but he simply smiled and continued walking around the back of the house, toward the backyard where the Bowie was.

He yawned as the ramp lowered, and they made their way inside, closing up again once they were inside.

"Well..." (M/n) yawned again, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the ship, the sound of metal filling their ears, "I'm going to bed, good night," his wrist got grabbed before he could walk inside his room, and he looked back, seeing Adam standing there, "What?" He asked quietly, feeling quite a bit flustered and hot with Adam so close to him.

"I'm not tired yet," for a moment, (M/n) was about to ask how the fuck was he not tired with all they did during the day, he was literally about to collapse from exhaustion, until he remembered that Adam was a Sovereign, and that was what he needed to think of to make him sigh.

"Fine," he opened his room door and took swift steps toward the electronic device that could easily be an iPad made by humans and he handed it to Adam, "This app," he pressed on the screen, and the app took a few seconds to load, "Has movies and series to watch, you can have it for tonight, and don't break it."

Adam scrolled down the app, reading the title of every cover that caught his eye, he was quite interested in all of it.

"Good night, Adam," he looked up and smiled at (M/n), mumbling a 'good night' back before making his way to his own room.

//////

Despite being exhausted, (M/n) had a hard time falling asleep, every time he closed his eyes, the image of a shirtless -and practically naked- Adam would fill his mind, making him groan and sigh as he felt hot and bothered, like really mad at his subconscious for constantly bringing that memory back whenever he got distracted.

Everyone back in Knowhere was so painfully aware of the hugely obvious crush (M/n) had on Adam, except for Adam himself, and (M/n) was too much of a coward to say anything.

Turning face up on his bed, he dropped his arm over his eyes and sighed, deciding to just ignore the memory to the best of his ability. Eventually, he will fall asleep, even if it takes a while for his brain to shut off for a few hours.

And it's only been roughly two hours later that Adam came out of his room, feeling his body tingly and warm, covered in goosebumps due to the involuntary shivers he felt whenever the scene played back in his mind.

He had a faint feeling that he was watching something he wasn't entirely sure he should, but he did anyway, intrigued by the cover and title. He should've known better.

Adam gripped the device in his hands, careful not to break it, as (M/n) had requested of him, and he took quiet steps toward the (h/c) haired male's room, his mind foggy and numb as a particular image flashed past. He shook his head when he arrived at (M/n)'s door, and slowly reached to open it.

As expected, the room was quiet, seeing as (M/n) was fast asleep, and Adam sighed in relief, he didn't know why he was relieved but he was, and made his way inside, careful to not make loud noises that could potentially wake (M/n) up. He placed the device down on his desk, and turned around to leave, until he heard a quiet sound coming from him.

Adam turned to look at (M/n) who had started squirming on the bed, the low brightness of the hallway light was enough to provide a good look at him, and Adam noticed a rather prominent bulge in (M/n)'s pants.

For a moment, all Adam could do was stare, feeling his mouth watering as his mind got plagued with sinful images, those he had just watched but slightly different. They weren't of a man and woman, they were replaced by an image them, (M/n) and Adam.

And he couldn't hold himself back.

//////

A deep frown marked (M/n)'s face, his jaw clenched as muffled groans filled the room, mixing with a constant and wet gawk sound.

His body shook hard enough to make him open his eyes, taking ragged breaths in as he felt like the room was spinning. (M/n) sighed, assuming he simply had a bad dream, but he knew that wasn't it, he probably had the hottest dream he'd ever had in years, and Adam was the cause and protagonist of said dream.

He would've gone back to sleep if it wasn't for a particular feeling on his lower regions, and when he looked down, he swore he could've cum right then and there, and he wasn't far from it.

Whether this was another dream or not, he didn't care, Adam was giving him probably the best head he's ever had -not that he had many, to begin with- but, fuck... he was really good with his mouth, holy-

"Fuck..." (M/n) observed with half-lidded eyes how Adam's hips were grinding down on his bed, his gold eyes closed as he whined needy around his cock.

Adam seemed to be enjoying this just as much as (M/n) was, perhaps even more.

His hands reached down to hold onto Adam's blond locks, pulling on them a little roughly as he started thrusting his hips up, listening to the wet sounds of him taking his cock deep down his throat. Adam's eyes opened, and he looked up at (M/n) through his glossy sight, feeling his dick leaking and throbbing inside his underwear.

"You're mouth feels... So good, Adam, fuck... I'm gonna cum," the Sovereign whined louder, trying to nod while his mouth was still being used, his whole body trembling at the thought of feeling (M/n)'s cum spill in his mouth and slide down his throat.

Groans and heavy breaths left (M/n)'s lips as he approached his orgasm, pulling Adam's hair as he kept his head pressed as close as it could be, releasing a loud moan as his cock twitched, thick ropes of warm cum spilling out of his slit.

He watched with a heavy stare how Adam's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands held tightly onto his thighs, making sure to take every single drop of his cum.

(M/n)'s breath was ragged but it was going back to normal, simply assuming this whole thing would end there, but it didn't. It won't be ending now.

Adam slowly pulled away and licked his lips before taking a deep breath, "(M/n)...?" He let out a quiet 'hm?' in response, "Can I... Do something?"

His was clouded by the post-orgasm bliss, so he was feeling pretty complacent, giving a few slow nods to Adam's question.

He knelt on the bed and simply tore his clothes off of his body, making (M/n)'s eyes widen at the sight of Adam's naked body. Oh, the things I would do to him...

(M/n) watched attentively how Adam straddled his hips, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock getting hard under him, and he took a deep breath. He didn't know what Adam wanted to do, but he was expecting to see him slowly taking his cock inside him.

A choked moan escaped Adam's mouth, his hands placing themselves on (M/n)'s chest, tugging on the fabric of his shirt, releasing a high-pitched whimper, "So big, I... I feel so f-full..."

(M/n)'s teeth gritted, his hands reaching to hold Adam's hips harshly, feeling his mind going numb at how tight and warm Adam felt around his sensitive cock, "Oh my fucking..." He mumbled to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open, just to be able to see every little detail on Adam's expression.

They made eye contact when Adam looked down at him, tears sliding down his gold skin, which had turned some kind of copper colour over his cheeks and nose, giving the appearance of a rather cute blush.

"(M/n)..." Adam's voice was quiet and whiny, leaning down closer until their breaths were mixing, "I..."

He got interrupted by the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his, muffling his whimpers as he felt his hips being lifted and slowly lowered again. The movement made a shiver run down his spine at how he got filled up again.

At that point, Adam didn't care if (M/n) was gonna use his body like a toy, even more so at the realization that Adam's buffer and bigger body meant nothing with how easily was able to manhandle him. He loved it, and he never wanted it to end.

[skylarinfinity]

m/n: [put baby groot on the table] groot this bonsai, bonsai this is groot.

gamora: [raised an eyebrow] did you try to introduce groot with bonsai tre-

baby groot: [hugs the bonsai] i am groot!

gamora: [sighed] of course.

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

[theycallmequeenie]

Yondu X Reader Part 6

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A\N: AS always I did not create the Gif I do not posses those skills I used the gif search bar. If you are the creator of any of the gifs I've used and would like to to Gove you proper credit please let me know and I will edit to tag you for the credit. I know I’ve been gone forever and I’m getting flakier and flakier and at this point I’m truly surprised if anyone still follows any of my stories. Again, I apologize the headspace has been utter garbage and I’m fighting as hard as I can to get content written and posted if only, I could get the headspace and the family to cooperate at the same time that would be wonderful. After all that rambling, here’s the story, enjoy and happy reading. 

Yondu began to talk to Y\N trying to calm her anxiety that seemed to spike out of nowhere in the middle of the night taking her hand from his thigh and bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on the back of it before placing it over his heart.

“Darlin’ I don’t know what’s got you fretting all of a sudden, but I want you to listen to me. As long as that heart right there is beating you ain’t ever gotta worry ‘bout nothin’ getting you in the night. I promise you that.”

Yondu, as gently as he could, pulled Y/N to his chest and slowly rocking her back and forth trying to calm her as quickly as possible. He didn’t know what she may have been through, but he knew it had to have been something terrible to have her this out of sorts from simply being in a different bed than her own. Why hadn’t she realized yet that she and the boy were the two safest ones on that ship as long as he was around. Yondu would rather sacrifice his own life than to ever let either or those two get hurt in any way, shape, or form. 

If Y/N questions, her safety still after being on his crew for this long, could something have happened with them or was this something from her life back on Terra messing with her still? Yondu made a mental note to try and ease her into opening up as to why she had this reaction later when she was actually awake enough to delve into potential past traumas. 

Yondu managed to get her calmed and back to sleep within about an hour of her waking as she had, and it was a restful rest of the night. As the day started it came with the sounding of alarms to wake and get to work on the ship. More maintenance for the ship and caring for Peter he was still young and needed taught the basics or everyday life all be it not the everyday life that was expected by him and Y/N. 

Yondu carefully woke Y/N and handed off her daily Ravager attire of her denim coveralls with the Ravager emblem over the part that rests over her heart and the pants and plain white tee she wore under them. She offered a small smile as she took them and hurried off to the captain’s bathroom to ready herself for the day.

Once dressed she left the captain’s quarters, checked in on Peter, and started on her daily tasks. She did her best to avoid Yondu all day and for the most part she was successful until it came time for the nightly meal. 

Yondu basically cornered her asking her why she had been avoiding him all day to which she tried to get away without responding. She wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened the night before and was going well out of her way to avoid it. She just wasn’t ready for that particular conversation with Yondu. She thought if he knew what caused her to wake the way she did in his bed he would see her as ‘soft’ and that would be the end of their relationship. Something she wasn’t ready for, nor did she want. 

Yondu decided to let her avoid their conversation at that moment but was determined to at least find out what had happened last night that she had woken up so terrified. He left her eat and socialize like she normally would, but he watched her closely. Waiting for her to decide to call it a night and retire to her quarters for the night after making sure the boy was in for the night. Once she had tucked the boy in then Yondu would make his move and get her to talk to him. 

Yondu was waiting outside of Peter’s quarters for Y/N to finish up the boy’s nightly bedtime routine. A fact that Y/N was unaware of until she exited Peter’s room. Upon realizing Yondu was waiting for her startled her which caused her to let out a little yelp of surprise before greeting him.

“You surprised me Cap. Wasn’t expecting you to be lurking just outside the door, Sir.” She spoke barely loud enough to be heard by him and made no efforts to make eye contact. She wasn’t entirely up for the conversation she knew was about to be had but she knew Yondu was like a bulldog with a bone when he wanted answers.

“Well Darlin’, you’ve done an excellent job of avoiding me today and I needed to talk witcha ‘bout las night…” He stopped and gave her a knowing look he had a feeling this was going to be a hard conversation to have with Y/N, but he needed to confirm his theories about his love. Deep down he wanted to be worried over nothing more than a simple bad night but something in his gut told him there was more to it. He really hoped it wasn’t as bad as he feared.

With a sigh Y/N nodded and agreed to talk with him only in his private quarters as to not risk the rest of the crew overhearing the conversation. She motioned to Yondu to lead the way back to his room as she was clearly not in any hurry to have that conversation.

Her childhood was the one thing that she never talked about. It wasn’t a good experience and not something she enjoyed revisiting. It was a harsh reminder that she was damaged goods. A fact her father would remind her of almost daily. Y/N was starting to feel the anxiety build at the thought of telling Yondu what caused that nightmare the night prior. The fear of her father’s words ringing true was weighing heavily on her. What if they were true what if once Yondu finds out about how damaged she was and decided he wasn’t interested in her anymore because the trauma was too much to deal with on top of everything else on his shoulders. What if he agreed with Y/N’s father, that she was in fact completely unlovable…

To Be Continued…

@capitanostella

Part 7

[sincerelykarai]

Adam Warlock Oneshot!

Authors note: This is my very first oneshot and it takes place at the end of Gotg volume 3! ^^

https://open.spotify.com/track/4kbj5MwxO1bq9wjT5g9HaA?si=6QPJZu-iRImv-eIYSg6O6Q (I would suggest listening to this as you read lmao)

Care to Dance? (A oneshot 😋)

You were enjoying the party on Knowhere after all that had just happened. I mean, Rocket almost died, you had to break into a highly secured planet; it was a lot to say the least. But at least now everyone was content with dancing and enjoying themselves. All but one person, the person who wanted Rocket dead in the first place. Apparently his name was Adam and even though he did something wrong you couldn't help but feel bad. Rocket noticed how you kept glancing at him and scoffed. "Don't tell me you actually feel bad for him." He said, glaring at Adam who was sitting alone in the corner.

"Well it's not like he didn't try to redeem himself!" You countered, rolling your eyes. "Whatever, I'm gonna see if he's okay."

"You're weird, you know that?" Rocket sneered, but you blocked out his quips as you walked up to Adam.

"You okay?" You asked, kneeling infront of him.

"I'm perfectly fine, thanks." He muttered, but obviously felt out of place and alienated.

You sighed, standing up and offering a hand. "Do you at least want to dance with me?"

He seemed rather taken aback, and blinked. "Really? After all that I did?"

"Well everyone deserves a second chance, no?" You asked, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest.

A small smile spread on his lips, as he took your hand and stood up. "Let us dance, then." He said, as you both walked over to where everyone danced.

Authors note: Sorry it's short but i hope you liked my first oneshot! ^^

[glow-autumz]

Here's a mess of doodles I created for a OC I made in a janitor AI chat with Rocket<3

Still learning how to draw Rocket don't come at me plz ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

[shylyobscene]

. ݁₊ ⊹ Butterfly Caught . ݁₊ ⊹

Rocket Raccoon/Reader

18+ MDNI

post GOTG 3 | f!reader, she/her, no y/n | 2nd person | hurt/comfort | eventual smut

—

Rocket knows he doesn’t really deserve you. He wonders if you knew how often he thought of how your pretty, soft skin would look covered up in bruises—and if it would make you leave.

“I could hurt you, you know,” he admits. As if that makes it any better.

The next few moments are something out of his filthiest frickin’ fantasies: you looking up at him, cheeks rosy, drowsily pressing a kiss against his fingertips. You drag his hand lower, placing it on the base of your neck.

“It’s okay,” you sigh, eyes lidded. “I want you to hurt me.”

—

Or, Rocket—newly minted captain of the guardians—sustains injury and begrudgingly lets a nurse treat his wounds. You get under his skin, despite his best attempts to stay away.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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[escape-music1432]

SPINE

(MCU! Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger!Reader)

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Description: I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly find themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning to grow.

Warnings: NONE OF THESE ARE PROOFREAD, mentions of canonical deaths, canonical violence, swearing, reader fell for Steve Rogers, alcohol consumption, kidnapping, Adam hurts reader, unethical experiments, animal abuse, vague hint of sexual thoughts, Rocket may or may not have feelings for reader, way too many near death experiences, mentions of infertility, drunken confessions, heartbroken Rocket,(more will be added accordingly)

Word count: 6,876(💀)

You will be happy to know that the description in no longer click bait! However now I realized I strayed from it...

This is uncharted territory now. So, that means I can finally get creative with my writing instead of having boring bs that follows the MCU timeline. I know, I did this to myself so idk why I'm complaining. Anyways, it's gonna be a bit of a better, longer reading experience... yay... don't forget the angst tho.

I have no idea how many more parts there are going to be so stay with me while we figure that out. I will be naming these after songs I listen on repeat while writing them, so don't pay the weird names any attention.

Enjoy and pls don't come for me, I'm just having fun and simping for this golden mf :)

Your heart was in your throat as you looked at the piercing blue eyes. His gaze lingering on the small child curled up against your leg. The little girl was hiding behind you, away from his view.

You didn't know what to do, you couldn't believe it. It had been so long since you've seen such a familiar yet unfamiliar face. The surprise visit had your whole-body buzzing, it felt like a dream. You couldn't tell if you wanted to cry or jump into his arms.

You could feel the small hands tighten their grip on your leg, your attention drifting to her for a second. You could tell she was nervous, scared. You followed her gaze too the much older child standing beside him. She was stoic, much like the man that stood before you. Her eyes were the most beautiful emerald and ocean blue. You looked back up to the man, your eyes already becoming itchy from the swell of tears.

"Say something..." you felt the words drip out of your mouth before you could even think. There was a moment where everything stilled, like nothing else mattered but the four of you in your own pocket of space.

It wasn't long before the blonde man broke into a large smile, warming the space around you. It was like a breath of fresh air, completely making you forget any problems you may have had.

"My dear, you know I keep my promises." You could hear the crunch of gravel as he took quick steps toward you. You could feel his warmth envelope you in a bear hug. "You big baby."

You let out a laugh mixed with a sob as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. The faint scent of honey and lavender encased your nostrils, not realizing just how much you missed his hugs. It felt like a small piece of you was back in place, it reminded you of times you'd go on school trips and come home to your mother, like the warmth of the fire, like home.

The small girl behind you tugged on your shirt, bringing your attention away from the Asgardian. Thor let out a hum, looking down at the small girl holding onto your pants. His grip loosened from around your waist, crouching down to the small girl with a large smile plastered on his face. "Well, hello there sweetheart. Aren't you just the cutest. What's your name?"

You could see her gaze look to you then back to Thor, her brain not registering what was happening. She looked at you again, like she was asking permission to speak, "Go ahead, tell him your name."

She nodded and looked back at Thor, her hand extending like her nervousness from earlier was nonexistent. "Lyra."

Thor had a proud smile on his face as he shook her hand, which had engulfed her smaller one. "Thor Odison. It's nice to meet you."

Thor's gaze lingered on Lyra for a moment, taking in her features. He glanced to you then back, letting out a soft hum. "You know, you look nothing like..."

You huffed, gently shoving his shoulder, cutting him off before he could continue. "It's a long story. but what about you? Who is this beautiful young lady?"

You looked at the girl still standing at his side, she looked at you then at Thor before he nodded at her, motioning to you. You didn't have time to understand what exactly was happening before her arms wrapped around your waist, nearly squeezing the life out of you. You stumbled back a bit, before gently placing your hand on her shoulder and cupping the back of her head.

"Uncle Thor told me a lot about you." Her sweet voice matched her sweet face, it nearly had you spilling tears again as you looked at Thor who rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. She continued, "You can call me Love."

"Well, Love. It's so nice to meet you. Where did Thor find such a cutie like you." You felt her pull away as you brushed a bit of her hair behind her ear, she smiled up at you enjoying the special treatment.

Thor chuckled, "That is also a long story..."

"How long are you staying?" You could feel Lyra cling back to your side, holding onto your hand a familiar look in her eyes as she stared at Love. You already knew she was a bit jealous.

"Only a few days, I also brought you a gift." Thor gently placed his hand against the small of your back, guiding you to the ship he had come in.

You and Thor talked all night, sharing a glass of mead and tears. He talked about Jane, how he adopted Love and so on. You told him about the High Evolutionary, the guardians, and how you had an unmistakable motherly bond to Lyra.

It didn't take long for the new day too start, the endless buzz of mead keeping you bouncy as you fed the animals. Thor was looking at some of them with Love, her eyes filled with wonder at the variety. Lyra stood beside them, telling them the names. You could see her proud smile. It took a while but once you taught her the names, she jumped at any opportunity to tell anyone and everyone about them. You thought nothing could ruin your day, but then a familiar voice began to echo down the street. The excitement, to show Thor Nowhere and all of the hard work you all put into rebuilding it, disappeared.

"I see you started earlier than I was informed." Adam stood beside you, watching as you fed one of the few animals left. You could feel annoyance beginning to brim at the corners of your very being, wanting to tell him it was to avoid him ruining the next few days with a friend. 

"Sorry." You could feel his gaze linger on you as you finished up the last of your work, but then you felt the wind get knocked out of you as Lyra ran to embrace Adam. It was painfully obvious she adored him more than you'd like but you knew better than to include her on your feelings toward Adam.

Lyra excitedly explained what was going on, grabbing onto Adam's hand to guide him toward Love and Thor. "This is Uncle Thor and my new friend Love."

"Uncle?" Adam was unfamiliar with the word, glancing at you. 

You couldn't even form the words to begin even explaining what exactly Thor was too you, but you knew it would be way more confusing. "My brother."

"Brother? Thats a new one. I never expected you to have a soft spot for me my dear." Thor was quick to tease you. You could already feel the embarrassment beginning to warm up your cheeks, "Shut up, I just missed you. Don't make me regret it."

Thor chuckled before fixing his gaze on Adam. He looked him up and down and hummed, " I don't believe I've seen any midgard with such a golden completion."

"I am Adam Warlock of the sovereign, not this midgard you speak of." Adam was quick to correct him, an unfamiliar edge to his words as he looked Thor up and down, sizing him up.

You spoke without thinking, "The sovereign were created to be the perfect humans. Can you believe it?" the sarcasm dripped off of each word as you looked at Thor. You hoped none of them noticed, already regretting speaking.

However, Thor let out a hearty laugh. "Why do humans think they can perfect themselves? That's impossible, not even gods can be so perfect."

You could see a flash of sadness in Adam's eyes then as a familiar sensation began floating around your heart, but you chose to ignore it deciding it was best to just stay quiet and let it be.

"What the flark are you doing here?!" The booming voice of Rocket had your head turning, eyes widening and fear building within your chest.

Did he hear you?

"Rabbit! It's been far too long." Thor was quick to walked towards Rocket, rubbing his hand atop his head and nearly tipping him over in the process. Rocket was quick to swat his hand away, "Can you not, you piece of-"

"I heard you're the one watching over my old crew?" Thor completely ignored Rocket, already jumping in conversation. You couldn't help but smile, completely forgetting why you were worried in the first place.

The day went on with Thor reminiscing about the guardians, explaining to Adam, Love and Lyra a completely bs story that had both you and Rocket rolling your eyes. It didn't take long for the mead to be brought up and Rocket joining in on drinking, he wasn't trying to hide how annoyed with Thor he was, but you knew otherwise.

"If you think for a second, we're gonna have you living here-" Rocket glanced to Thor, his words holding a certain edge to it. You could see from his expression that he wasn't impressed with the scene before him, his ears barely drawing back and tail twitching, While the god was leaning back in his seat, his arm wrapped snuggly around your shoulder. 

"Live here? Oh no, I came to visit some old friends, and my sweet little sis." Thor rocked you back and forth in his hold, you both drinking much more than you had anticipated, you knew because Thor was very physical in his affections. You didn't mind, enjoying his presence and the attention. You didn't realize just how much you missed him and how easily he got you to relax, you didn't even care for his tease of calling you, his sister. You could feel Rockets gaze burning into your side, when you looked back it was no longer a glare but a much softer expression that he flashed your way before going back to stoic.

"Sister huh? When'd you come to that arrangement? "Rocket took another long gulp from his cup, eyes glowing slightly enjoying the soft burn forming in his stomach.

"Called this big idiot brother earlier and he won't let it go." You nudged Thor's side, his hand removing from your shoulder as he let out a dramatic hiss of pain. "You wound me my dear."

You chuckled, deciding to stand and get more mead in your cup. As you stood your foot went over the other, the familiar jump in your chest had you correcting your missed footing before you fell. There was a hand against your shoulder to steady you, the familiar feel of cool metal had your whole-body tingle, goosebumps already forming on your skin.

"How much have you drank?" The soft tease from Nebula had you blushing from embarrassment, standing up right to look into her dark eyes. "Not too much, why don't you join us?"

"I could use a drink; I'll use my personal supply. You know I don't like how sweet the mead is, especially from goldie locks." You chuckled at her name for Thor, already following beside her as she went into the back of the canteen. The silence was nice while you filled your cup once again, the only sound was the dribble of liquid and glasses clanking together as Nebula searched for her own beverage. Once she found it, she stood beside you to fill her glass with the dark amber liquid of her choice.

"You might wanna bring some of that to Rocket." You were about to grab the bottle, but she huffed, taking it before you could snatch it. You gave her a confused looked before she turned around and pulled out a similar bottle, "It's not as strong as this."

You hummed nodding in agreement, "your right, yours not have a higher content?" Nebula shrugged, "I'm not looking to get drunk, just want to have fun."

You hummed, taking a sip of the freshly poured mead, but you paused. Rocket had a whole bottle of his favorite whiskey, and he wasn't drinking it. You look at the mead and Rocket's bottle then to Nebula. "If Rocket has that then why isn't he drinking it?"

Nebula gave her own look of confusion, "He's been drinking mead this whole time?"

You nodded, your brain working overtime to figure out why Rocket wouldn't just come back here and grab it. "He's been drinking with Thor and I."

Your head began to hurt thinking about it too much. You offered an excuse; not sure what else it could be. "You know how much I like wine, and it doesn't have a high content compared to that rubbing alcohol Rocket likes..." You felt guilt begin to cloud your thoughts. "...Maybe I should've offered him something else."

You could tell something clicked in Nebula's head, like dots connecting together and piecing together what exactly was happening. You wanted to ask, hating being left in the dark at what could possibly be going on, but you didn't have time. Nebula had a knowing smirk, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to guide you back out into the lively get together of the crew. It didn't take long for the question to leave your brain, the sight before you had your whole body flushed with excitement. Not only was it just Thor and Rocket, but it seemed most of Nowhere were already setting up in the canteen and outside. The beautiful lights hung from the walls, painting it in bright colors, the faint sound of music began to play and the laughter and chatter already setting the mood of a party.

You looked over to Thor and Rocket, Thor had giant smile on his face while Rocket had a pleading look in his eyes and a quick flick of his ear, you knew Thor was nearly at the point of being drunk. Rocket would never openly plan for something like this. 

Nebula was quick to find her own spot in the corner, not in the mood to socialize without a few drinks.

Thor was already standing and wobbling his way over to you with a big goofy grin. "I asked around earlier and thought it would be fun to have a party. My stay is short, so I wanted to make the most of it, don't you agree my dear sister."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, he was going to never let that go. "Yea, yea. Will Love be okay staying with the other kids for tonight?"

Thor deadpanned, his smile dropping for a second before bringing it back much brighter than before. "Of course, she knows I'm here if she needs anything. She's a strong kid."

You nodded in acknowledgement, "I'm going to finish my drink then I'll join you in mingling with the others and please don't make them uncomfortable."

Thor only laughed, "You jest, I am the good of making people feel comfortable."

You rolled your eyes, watching as he strode off into the growing crowd.

The night felt like a dream, it was nice to dance and talk to people you haven't caught up with in a while. Thor was already drunk, babbling on and on about his adventures, his past, being very over the top with his descriptions and hand gestures. Nebula was dancing with you earlier but went right back to business and spoke with someone about their plans for a new building. Cosmo, Howard and Kraglin had started up a gambling game in the corner, and Howard was winning like always. Rocket was already making jabs at people and causing fights. You had to bring him back to the table to cool off because someone looked at him weird, and you didn't need anyone getting hurt.

"Flarkin people judging me for having fun, looking at me like I'm some kind of freak." Rocket was already downing another shot, his tense shoulders and twitching ears showed you just how pissed he was. "Come on, no one's judging you."

"Sounds like you're on their side." Rocket snapped, his words already slurring together. You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your own drink. "I'm not on anyone's side. I just think you had a few to many."

Rocket made a sound mixed between a laugh and a scoff. "Ya really think I'm drunk, you don't know me, this is nothing."

You leaned against your palm, looking at the crowd of people dancing and mingling. It felt like your eyes would be stuck behind your head from how many times you've rolled your eyes tonight and dealing with a drunk Rocket wasn't helping.

"I'm not saying you can't drink more. You just don't have to start fights with anyone who looks at you weird." You turned your attention back to the raccoon, who was already look at you, an unimpressed look on his fluffy face. "You didn't hear what he said, so don't go accusing me of wanting to beat some random guy."

You couldn't deny that Rocket had a point, you didn't know why it started, only that Rocket was cussing the poor man out and already reaching for one of the many weapons hidden on him. "What did he say?"

Rocket froze, his ear twitched as his tails puffed out slightly, but just as quickly he began pouring himself another shot. He was going to avoid answering at all costs, you knew it. You quickly snatched the glass from him, holding it just out of his reach while you hummed waiting for him to explain.

"Hey!" Rocket reached for the drink only for you to hold it out further. The growling and bared teeth would've scared you if you hadn't known Rocket for so long. "Tell me and you'll get it back. It must've been embarrassing if you don't wanna talk about."

"It doesn't matter. Just drop it." Rocket reached for the bottle, deciding the fight for the glass wasn't worth it if he could just drink from the bottle. You were quick to snatch that away too, now he had nothing, and you had it all. You could see the look in his gaze shift into a glare. "Stop playin around, I'll bite you."

"Ooo, I'm shaking Captain." You challenged his glare, giving a playful smirk. You already knew he wouldn't harm you; that's just who Rocket was. It's not like he couldn't just go get another bottle, but it seemed to have slipped his mind as he sighed, "Sweetheart, please. It wasn't a big deal, now please just-"

"nu-uh. Come on, it couldn't 'ave been that bad. Can't you be the Rocket who wanted head rubs and told me everything." You gently nudged his shoulder, but you could tell something was wrong as he turned away from you. You thought maybe you went too far, that feeling of guilt coming back once again. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Rocket, I didn't mean it."

You placed the glasses back in front of him, he turned back to you his annoyance peaking through in his body language, but his eyes held so much emotion it genuinely scared you at how they looked into your own. You decided it was best to just continue on, hoping Rocket would forgive you. You steered away from the earlier conversation, hoping the change of subject would help.

It didn't take long for the tense atmosphere to switch back to his soft hues, enlightening the very mood of the entire canteen. Rocket was quick to join the next gambling game in the corner of the room, leaving you with yourself while you watched everyone dance. You felt the calmest you've been in a while, the fear of not being able to join the guardians was no longer lingering in your chest.

It had only been a few months of having Adam entangled in your everyday life, his habits already being somewhat bearable. Rocket noticed the changes in your dynamic, which he praised you for. You would never admit it, but as you got to know Adam, you realized he was genuinely funny even if he didn't mean to be. He always got you to crack a smile like you didn't hate him. He still had problems with boundaries, always being so close to you that you swore he was doing it to get under your skin. Especially after the incident with Lyra. There was a whole week where Adam would cradle your face in his palm when you showed any signs of being upset or sad. He would ask what was wrong and gently rub circles against your cheek like he was waiting for the tears to fall again. It was embarrassing, especially when he had done it in front of Nebula then it got worse when he did it in Rocket's office, in front of Rocket.

You didn't adopt Lyra, but she considered you her mom always speaking that familiar word in Orbose when she greeted you. Much like Adam she was always at your side, if she didn't have any classes. Her and Adam got pretty close when you'd be too busy helping Nebula set up signs and fixing small things around Nowhere or if you were helping Drax run a field trip and when he would need your help in much bigger project for the kids. No one talked about the three of you, so you assumed it wasn't as big of a deal as you thought. It was a weird dynamic between you, Adam and Lyra. You tried not to think to much about it, afraid being too deep in that thought would have you punching the golden man for worming his way into the deepest darkest part of your heart.

"Are you alright my dear?" Thor's booming voice made you jump in fear; he chuckled softly at your surprised expression staring up at him.

"What are you doing over here alone? Let's dance! Have fun! No moping while I'm here." Thor was quick to scoop you from out of your seat. You let out a gasp of surprise while he carried you to the small group of people dancing.

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing, trying to squirm away from his grasp. "Thor please. I'm not a child I can walk by myself."

"Ah, of course but you would not have joined me if I did not carry you." His gentle nudge while he held you, had you bounce slightly in his hold. You could feel your heartbeat increase; afraid he might drop you.

The beat of the music rang in your ears while Thor's laugh rang through the canteen, the upbeat music had your chest thumping along. Thor twirled with you in his hold, making you giggle, holding onto him still frightened of falling. "Okay, Okay, I will dance. Put me down!"

Your hand came up to tussle his hair askew, the blonde strand covering his face as he finally set you back onto the ground. His hand came up to brush his air back, a goofy grin on his face as he grabbed your hands and began spinning you around.

All of your earlier thoughts were forgotten while you danced with the god. He partook in consuming the harder liquors while you only drank less than half of what he consumed. You could feel the buzz on your body while you downed another shot, Thor dragging you back to the dancefloor for another dance. It didn't take long before a slower song came on, you were on the bridge between a buzz and drunk, another shot, and you knew you'd be smiling and giggling at everything as Thor did.

Thor guided you while you danced, the slow rhythm was foreign to the upbeat music from earlier, but it was nice to be guided along in the steps he took. You couldn't stop laughing as he kept tripping over himself, obviously out of it compared to you. It felt like an eternity dancing to the song before you caught a brief shimmer of gold in your peripheral. The soft melody of the music was nothing compared to the pounding of your heart. As much as you hated the feeling, the want to see Adam outweighed any logical thoughts in your brain.

"May I have the next dance?" The familiar accent had your heart leap into your throat, nearly jumping out of Thor's grip. "Of course, my shiny friend, as long as you are alright with it My dear?"

Thor was still so polite as he paused, looking down at you then to the man that stood not too far. His golden eyes had a certain spark at the nickname Thor had called you, but it barely went noticed by you. You wanted to deny it, fighting off the feeling welling in your chest at Adam's words but once again your heart betrayed you.

"Of course, I'd love to dance." The slur in your words proved to you that you were definitely drunk. And right on que, the song ended.

Thor gently guided your hands to Adam, who quickly stood between you and the god. His grip on your hand was soft, comforting, guiding one to his shoulder while he cupped the other one. Adam's warmth was felt throughout your whole body, the alcohol seeming to heighten that effect while you kept your gaze away from his face. The song seemed to go on forever, the music being the only thing to fill the silence between you. Then, Adam gently pulled your body closer, his arms wrapping around your waist while you held onto his shoulders for support, afraid you'd slip over yourself.

"Why does he call you 'My dear?" You could feel the rumble against Adam's chest as he spoke, the warm feel of his breath against your face as he pulled back slightly. "He cares about me, loves me, it's just a nickname that means exactly that."

"So, I should call you my dear as well?" His bluntness had you stuttering over your words, not really sure how you felt. It was a mix of disgust and yearning, a deadly mix. You couldn't tell if you it was even real, if you had just heard him wrong.

Did you drink too much?

"I mean, I've known Thor for a long time. I think, dear suits me best from him." You didn't even know if that made sense, only feeling the gentle hum of his chest as you laid your head against it, sleep already becoming a nuisance.

"I must make up one of my own?" Adam was already lost in thought before you could respond, "Stardust?"

You couldn't help the shiver that ran up your spine. Stardust. It rang in your ears so beautifully from his tongue, like the nickname was meant for you. You could feel your mind race to fight off your heart, you knew you shouldn't be feeling this way. It made you hurt, annoyed but with the way your chest and heart burn so brightly, you knew you were so close to falling. barely tittering off the edge of the beauty of experiencing something you've longed for, not even thinking of past lovers just him. Adam. His voice, his enchanting scent of cologne, the warm feeling of his hands while they held you so delicately and the look of anticipation on his features.

"That sounds good. It's definitely unique." You watched a warm smile form, his eyes lightening up at the acceptance and praise. "My Stardust."

It wasn't long before the song ended, leaving you fuller than before. The feel of Adam's touch still lingered on your body as you sat beside Rocket who was just as drunk as you were. His gaze was piercing as he watched Adam take a seat next to Kraglin who had decided gambling was beyond him. You were too drunk to notice, only handing the raccoon another shot, you wanted to drown out the feeling in your heart that Adam left you with. And Rocket seemed just as eager as you.

As the night progressed Thor was already out like a light in the chair in front of you and Rocket. Nebula was the first to turn in, then others followed. It was just a hand full of people within the canteen now, and you couldn't deny you were slurring over your own words as you and Rocket were drawing small designs on Thor's face. It was only fair that the first to fall asleep at a party, received such a punishment.

It didn't take long for you both to leave the canteen, Rocket was singing along to the lyrics of the song that was last playing. His grip on your hand tightening as he tried to keep himself balanced.

"Ya know..." Rocket's voice cut through the silence, nearly making you jump from the suddenness. "Earlier... what that guy said."

You could feel your heart stop, the regret eating away at you for over stepping. "Sorry for bugging you about it."

"No-No it's okay, it just..." Rocket stopped, his hands moving around erratically to emphasize his words, then they fell to his side like he was pondering on continuing. 

"He mentioned Adam and the kid, sayin his chances with you were gone now that you started a family." Rocket hissed, his ears twitching, tail whipping back and forth, and his shoulders were tense. It definitely still got under his skin.

You were speechless, completely in shock at what was said. Your fear of others noticing how much time you've spent with Adam, ever since Rocket set you up to this task, wasn't just you being crazy. It made you want to throw yourself into space, just to get rid of the embarrassment and anger, but at the same time it was funny that some guy thought he had a chance with you. The alcohol helping to alleviate the stress from your body, clouding it over in a thick layer of amusement

You couldn't control the laugh bubbling up from your chest, "So that's what got you so worked up? An idiot who thinks I started a family."

Rocket paused, stuttering over himself. "Well yea. Believe me sweetheart, guys like that only want one thing and it's disgusting!"

"Don't act so pure, I've heard stories from Peter about you." Your laughter that was dying down came back at the expression on Rocket's face.

He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head and groaning. "He doesn't know nothin', plus I know what's good for you and it ain't some idiot like that guy."

"Oh, so now you know what's good for me. I could be getting laid right now if you didn't have Adam and I cuffed together. This is your fault." You stuck your tongue out, enjoying the feeling in your chest from pride, giving back what he had given you.

"Bullshit. I ain't having you sleep with half of Nowhere while I'm here, none of 'em deserve you." Rocket looked up at you, challenging you and you weren't going to back down. "So, tell me who does? Since you seem to know me so well."

If you were being honest, your response was more of a joke which you thought he caught on to, but the way he paused had you thinking otherwise.

"I-" His eyes were wide, his whole body moved along with his deep breathes. "He-"

It scared you that you had Rocket speechless, it was so rare for him to not have a quick comeback. His fight for an answer had your heart pounding in your chest, not only was he struggling but he seemed to panic, his breathing going uneven as one of his paws found its way to the back of his neck. Rocket must've seen the concern on your face because he quickly corrected his posture, his eyes widening. It was like something clicked into place, that you weren't too sure what to make of it.

"I can't tell you, sweetheart." His almost cool even response made it seem like you had just imagined what you just witnessed. "Y'sure? Because you started freaking out. You can tell me anything, you know that."

You felt his grip against your hand, completely cutting off your worried voice. He didn't say anything, only rubbing small circles against the back of your hand as he turned his gaze away. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the tension had your stomach turn and your heart skip. He was fighting off something internally, you could feel it from the grip he had on your hand.

"You really don't know..." You could feel your brows scrunch together at his words, the familiar hint of regret confirmed to you that the walls he put up were slowly coming down. It still wasn't familiar to you just how easily he'd drop them around you.

You let go of his hand, he let a small whimper fall from his lips at the loss of contact. You sunk down onto one knee, cautiously reaching out to gently pet his head hoping the contact wouldn't make him snap at you but it seemed to have calmed him down,

"Rocket, it's okay. We were just joking around; I didn't mean to make you sad." Rocket quickly pulled away from your touch, the fur on his body standing on end. His annoyance was written on his face as his misty eyes looked up at you. "I wasn't joking. I know what's good for you!"

You felt yourself flinch away; afraid you might make him angrier if you so much as breathed wrong. You knew he didn't mean it, but the way the teeth showed in a snarl, had you second guessing yourself. You wanted to move, to walk away but something kept you in place, you didn't know if it was the fear or the way Rocket was trying so hard to push you away.

"I know what's good for you..." He repeated, sorrow seeping into each word. He took a cautious step toward you, waiting for you to leave and when you didn't his paw coming up to cup one side of your face in his palm. You couldn't breathe at the sight of a single tear that fell from his eyes as he continued, "...But you make it so hard to stay away."

You felt your whole world crumble around you.

This couldn't be happening.

This couldn't be happening.

You didn't want to believe Rocket and his confession, blaming the alcohol for everything that got you to this point. You couldn't fathom the mixed feelings within yourself. It hurt, it felt nice but most of all you could feel the regret. You wished it had been someone else, someone who didn't mean as much to you as Rocket did, but it was Rocket. And you couldn't bring yourself to speak, to think. After everything you went through, his past, your past, there was no way you could have predicted this outcome, not when you cried to him about Steve all those years ago. It felt like a distant memory now, a memory you didn't need to think about.

Rocket wasn't someone who fell in love, who wanted anything to do with a genuine relationship, he wanted fun nothing serious yet here he was telling you the opposite. He was telling you he felt more toward you than anyone else he's ever been with, that you were more than just a friend, more than someone he wanted to use. You couldn't come to terms with that. You couldn't believe it. You wanted to hate him, to yell at him for being so stupid but you knew that feeling all too well.

"Rocket, please don't-" You could feel your voice tremble.

"I mean it." You could feel his thumb gently rub against your cheek, the comfort in his words was making it harder and harder to say what you wanted. "I know its selfish, for wanting someone who was never mine to begin with."

You wanted to ask, to know what exactly he meant but you were completely caught off guard by the nuzzle of his face against your neck. He buried himself in your warmth, inhaling deeply. You could feel the warm droplets along your neck, knowing now what he was doing.

"It really is my fault for pushin' you right into his arms" You could feel his body shake, even through tears he chuckled, completely lost in his own thoughts. Yet, you still couldn't move past his words, his sadness eating its way into your heart, the fact he was right. You could feel your own eyes beginning to sting, still not understanding with what you were feeling.

Rocket let out a shaky breath, "Let me have you, just for a moment."

You could feel him pull away; you didn't have time to process his words as the faint tickle of whiskers danced against your face, the warm sandpaper of his tongue lingers over your cheeks swiping away the tears that had fallen. Rocket's breath fanned across your face, his tongue moving to the other to repeat what he had just done. Then you felt it, the gentle brush of his snout against your nose, then the faint flicker of his lips against your own. You could feel his sadness, his yearning, his anger in that short kiss while all you felt was regret.

Once he pulled away you could see the small smile on his face, sadness within his eyes. You wanted to comfort him to tell him it was going to be okay, that you were sorry, but you didn't get a chance to speak as he fell face first into the gravel. 

You wanted to help him, but you could feel a chuckle bubble within your chest. His confession, his kiss, it all fell to the back of your mind as the chuckled turned into full blown laughter. The gentle thump of footsteps catching your attention as you tried deciphering who it was through the tears in your eyes from laughing. Your grip on Rocket's arm loosened as you tried lifting him, your laughter making you weak.

"I am Groot." the familiar voice had you holding onto the tress arm, nodding along to his words while you caught your breath, finally lifting Rocket into your arms. "He did have too much to drink."

Groot nodded, holding onto your side while you inhaled deeply. "I am Groot?" 

You sniffled, wiping your eyes as you stood upright, "I'll be fine, just take care of Rocket. I'll see you tomorrow."

Groot was quick to scoop his friend from your grasp, carrying him back to his apartment while you stumbled over yourself to get back to your own. Your whole body was numb from the alcohol, the sway of your body had you stumble slightly. 

Rocket's words were still playing in your head, you could feel tears threatening to spill again. It honestly felt like a dream, like it wasn't real, but the damp cuff of your shirt proved enough that it did indeed happen. 

"Are you alright?" The familiar sound of Adam had your head snapping up in his direction. You couldn't stop the small smile from forming. "'m alright. Just going home."

"I can chaperone you, if you'd like Stardust?" The nickname made your stomach flutter, you thought you were going to throw up. Adam was quick to hook his arm around your waist, hoisting you up to stand but your body nearly had you both toppling over, not getting your feet to cooperate with you.

This was so embarrassing, not only were you drunk but you had Adam of all people helping you home. You didn't want his help, you wanted to push him away, but your whole body was warm, fuzzy, numb and weak and Rocket's words kept repeating in your head.

Adam couldn't possibly understand what love was, so you didn't know why your heart skipped a beat when he gave you those big golden puppy eyes, or when his touch lingered too long. His every action trying to please you, to make you like him. You wanted so badly to just enjoy the man Adam was. He was a sweet protective man who had you breathless with the bare minimum of what a man should be. He already wormed his way passed the walls you put up, setting camp up within the empty void Steve once laid.

You didn't want to think that Steve had left you, left you to live his dream with his first and only love. The Fear that Adam would do the same was gut wrenching, a genuine fear that left you with a trail of broken hearts because if Steve did it then the next one surely will. Steve was like a parasite in your heart, mind, body and soul. He ate away at any chance of falling for someone else. He was the one you saw a future with a future that doesn't exist and will never exist. It made sense to just leave it in the past, but you were stubborn, holding onto hope that you'd wake up in the Avenger tower to everyone, to him, like this was a bad dream.

"Stardust..." Adam's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

You could barely see him through the cloud of your vision, already knowing you had started to cry. 

You hated yourself for being so sensitive, so angry. "I'm sorry, I drank more than-"

"It's okay, I'm right here Stardust." Adam shushed you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, swiping away the tears that fell from your cheeks. You leaned into his touch, allowing the tears to fall freely.

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Hi, I have a Rocket request. Can you do something before vol 1 where he meets reader and they are really kind to him, but no one's never be this kind except from Groot, so it takes some time for him to trust them and "get used" to it.

Kindness goes a long way

AWWWW, this is a super cute anon, I love this idea so much. Rocket don't you worry buddy, you'll have another best friend and you won't even know it. Word count:1K

All his life, all Rocket knew was pain... He lost his friends in the worst way possible, which made him closed off and angry. Pushing away anyone who tried to get close to him as he always knew they would just hurt them again. He then met Groot and then began to slowly open up. He knew because Groot wasn't the type to judge anyone. But then he met you.

He and Groot were trying to nab a bounty one night before they were beaten to it by you.

"Hey come on kid, that was our bounty" He snarled at you.

"I didn't see your name on it" You smirked at him.

He growled at you before Groot placed a hand on his shoulder, to make sure he didn't lunge at you and hurt you.

"Tell you what, I'm feeling generous tonight. How about we claim it together, split the reward evenly" You offered them.

Groot happily accepted it, but Rocket was hesitant, No one, especially in bounty hunting shared the reward with him. Usually, it was every man for themself, but it didn't seem to be that with you. But for now, he agreed.

"If as so you change your mind on this humie..."

"I never back away on my promises furball" You playfully scolded.

He grumbled to himself as you three then went to collect the reward, when you split the amount with the two, Groot then suggested...

"I am Groot" (Maybe They should join us)

"What absolutely no way driftwood, we ain't adding no more to the crew" Rocket shot the idea down as soon as he did.

"But I mean... He's kinda right though, I have seen you two in action before. Your brains, He's the brawn and I could potentially be your eyes to new bounties that you two probably would never get" You counter offered.

"Ok first off you understand what he's saying ??"

"Universal translator" You tapped the side of your head.

"I am Groot" (Rocket they would be a valuable asset with us) Groot continued to convince him.

Rocket rolled his eyes and thought about it for a bit.

"You got a name kid ??"

"Y/n L/n"

"Well... Don't get too comfortable, cause If I see you doing anything funny, I will shoot you"

But nevertheless, you were now officially a part of their little group, looking out for more bounties. But you pulled your weight along the ship too, Sometimes Rocket would be taken aback by your random acts of kindess.

"Oh flark I forgot to fix the cooler" He quickly tried to rush for it.

"It's ok, I fixed it earlier. I thought it'll help take the load off of you" You kindly smiled at him.

"Whatever I could've done it anyway" He scoffed.

Or when one morning you made him breakfast.

"Here you go" You handed him a plate of bacon and eggs.

"I ain't hungry humie" He shoved the plate away from him.

"Dude we got a huge bounty to collect tonight, you can't do that on an empty stomach can we ??" You once again kindly smiled at him.

"Ugh... fine" He muttered as he began to slowly eat.

And when you helped find his missing bomb project.

"Come on come on where did I put it !!!!" He growled as he tore almost half the ship apart to find it.

"What's wrong buddy ??" You tilted your head in confusion.

"First of you and I ain't buddies or pals. Secondly I need to find the bomb I was working on before it blows the damn ship in half !!"

"Ok calm down... Where did you leave it last ??"

"I put it right their next to the crate and when I came back it was gone.

"Oooh was that it ??, I thought it was some sort of gadget, I just moved it to the gadgets cabinet just in case, Sorry about that"

He grumbled a bit as he went to retrieve the bomb, but he was... kinda grateful that it didn't become a tripping hazard to neither you or Groot.

As this went on, he began to very slowly warm up to you and your gestures. Maybe he was wrong about you. Maybe you weren't like the other people he had faced in his life... you were different...

One night when it was your turn for rotation on the cockpit, he then went to join you.

"Seat taken ??" He tried to joke.

"It's ok" You chuckled as an indicator that he could sit.

He joined in with you gazing at the cosmos and fiddling with his thumbs for a little bit until finally gathering the courage.

"Y/n... I'm sorry for the way I treated ya during the beginning, It's just... No one has ever been this... kind to me in my life before... It made me... Really scared.."

"Scared ??" You turned to him, asking in a non judgmental way.

"Scared that..." He hesitated to say it. this was already big for him enough, as soon as he began his sentence, he began to stutter.

"Hey hey... It's ok... If you're not ready to talk about it then that's ok, I'm not forcing you to. You kindly smiled at him.

He then took a deep breath in relief. "What I'm trying to get at kid is... I'm sorry for the way I treated you from the start... Do you think we can start over ??" He looked at you.

You could see it in his eyes he really misjudged you, He really wanted to start over again. "Of course... Partner" You raised your fist for a fist bump.

He grinned soon after and gladly returned it. "Yeah, partner"

For the rest of the night, the two got to know each other properly and even engaged in some playful banter with each other, which made Rocket smile, something that very rarely happens.

Then soon after that, what turned from a simple partnership was turned into an amazing friendship. You two would have each other's backs for life.

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[angelofthenight]

You, walking into a room: Hey, Adam.

Quill: Do you just not see the other ten people in the room who are your closest friends or-

[raccoonfallsharder]

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boring meeting scribble time!

maybe in some other timeline when baby-rocket escapes from halfworld, the universe gives him a just a little bit of overdue luck and he stumbles into you. you’re still a kid and you don’t really know what you’re doing, so he probably bites you at least once. but it won’t be too long till you’re feeding him eggs and fish and fresh summertime cantaloupe. in winter, you drink cocoa by the heat vents and he naps for days in the blanket forts you made together. the spring and autumn bring syrupy-golden afternoons where you strap a helmet on him and sit him in your bike-basket while you ride around town; he’s always goading you to go faster. on hot days the two of you set up a kiddie-sized pool (you’d take him to the beach on your bike but he’s so metal-heavy you’re afraid he’d be in trouble if the water got over his head). you’ve given him every necessity and comfort you can think of, even though you’re just a kid yourself, but his favorite thing is the otter stuffie you gifted him shortly after he arrived, when he was still felt uncomfortable and unsafe. he won’t say why but he carries it with him everywhere — even into the pool.

the only thing he loves more than that soft, ragged plushie is you.

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[mackjlee9]

Adam Warlock x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Warning; I don't know anything about gotg's story at all, I'm just going off from the third movie, so probably ooc!adam and/or canon divergence.

Masterlist.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3

(M/n) took a sip of water from his cup, his (e/c) eyes looking around briefly every few seconds, but always finding their way back to him.

He observed him wrapped in the blanket, silently looking around Knowhere just like he had been doing, but he was paying attention to the small details around him, unlike (M/n) who simply couldn't stop staring. He didn't know why, but something about the golden boy was... Magnetic. Mesmerizing even.

Probably because he was a Sovereign, which made them perfect, so it made sense that he found himself staring shamelessly at him, at least, he was hiding in the shadows of the still-standing structure so no one could see him properly, or he hoped so.

He watched how Kraglin approached the golden boy, and he leaned closer to hear the possible conversation they were gonna have. He poured water into the cup from the bottle in his hands before handing it to him, who gently grabbed it.

"What's your name?" His gold eyes looked up at Kraglin, who stood in front of him, waiting for his answer.

"Adam," (M/n) sighed and blinked a few times, saying his name over and over again in his mind, as if he was afraid he'll forget. For a moment, he thought nothing of their interaction, but then he made eye contact with Kraglin, who winked at him... And knew he got found out.

He turned around on the column he was leaning his side on, and pressed his back to it, sliding down until he was sitting on the dirty floor. Sometimes he hated how easily Kraglin could read him, despite his grumpy expression 24/7, Kraglin was just very perceptive when it came to him and his true feelings and intentions.

After a few seconds of him covering his face in embarrassment, he leaned over the side of the column, looking at him as he drank some water.

"Adam..." The blond perked up and (M/n) hid just in time before Adam could see him. He frowned and shrugged before drinking the remaining water in his cup.

Soon enough, music started filling the quiet murmurs in Knowhere, and he watched how Rocket and Groot started dancing, followed by everyone around them. (M/n) watched everyone loosening up and having fun dancing to the music, but yet again, his eyes found their way to stare at Adam, who was also watching the scene with a smile on his face.

When a deep sigh left past his lips at the soft sight, (M/n) knew he was in for a ride.

//////

For a while, Adam has seen (M/n) around while everyone helped rebuild Knowhere from its destruction, and there was something about him that caught Adam's eye.

Whether it was the permanent frown on his face or the gentleness of his voice when he talked to anyone, he didn't know, but he felt drawn to him, and he had to at least know his name.

Which he learned, thanks to Rocket.

He had tried to bring up the topic rather casually, but the raccoon could see through him like a window pane, and there was no way he could hide his curiosity, so he openly admitted that he was... Intrigued by him.

"Well, all you need to know about (M/n) is that... He's not as grumpy as he looks like," Adam's gold eyes trailed to look at the guy whose name he learned. (M/n) was finishing up with replacing the broken glass of a window, and just like that, they made eye contact through the reflection, and if it wasn't for Cosmo's powers, that glass would've also ended up in pieces on the ground.

Groot, who had witnessed the scene, mumbled to himself, "I am Groot...?" And Nebula turned to look at him, frowning for a moment before staring in the direction Groot was looking.

"Wait... (M/n)? Interested in Adam? I don't-" Nebula had to stop herself when she saw how (M/n) kept stealing glances at Adam, and she almost couldn't believe that him, the guy that was like a brother to her... Was interested in Adam. "Well, we have to do something about that, don't you think so, Groot?" Looking confused at her, Groot's eyes followed Nebula as she made her way to (M/n).

"I am Groot?"

//////

Maybe he wasn't showing it, but he was freaking out internally.

Nebula just asked him if, while Knowhere is being rebuilt, Adam could stay at his apartment with him, since he has been sleeping in the ship for the past week. And there's no way he could deny that, even if that meant stumbling over his words and own two feet at the sight of the golden boy so close to him at all times.

Of course, Adam heard the news from Rocket, who had come and fetched him from the ship, only saying what was necessary for him to understand what was happening.

He was still half asleep, so he only heard 'share an apartment with him' and no more, he rubbed his eyes, and followed the raccoon to the tallest apartment complex in Knowhere, and there, at the entrance of the building, was (M/n), who looked at him and smile.

"Welcome to your new home, Adam."