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Mantis: Come on, Rocket!

Rocket: I told you everythin' I know last night. It's not a big deal. Quill 'n Nebs are doin' it. So what?

Mantis: I cannot believe you would say that.

Rocket: Geez, sorry. Quill 'n Nebs are "makin' love".

Mantis:  No, I mean, come on. This is a huge deal. Come on, I need more details. Like, who initiated the first kiss?

Rocket: I don't know.

Mantis: Are they romantic with each other?

Rocket: I don't know.

Mantis: Is this a serious thing?

Rocket: I don’t know.

Mantis: You don't know anything!

Rocket: Oh, I know one thing.

Mantis: What?

Rocket: Yesterday, they did it right where you're sittin'.

Mantis: O_O

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Rocket: Getting on my krutacking nerves and being idiots!!

Peter: Hey Krags. Figured that now was the time to tell you that Nebula and I are dating.

Kraglin: Yeah, I’ve known for like, the last six months. Y'all have been inseperable.

Peter: Months? We’ve only been dating for two weeks.

Kraglin: Then what the hell were you doin' before that?!

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Nebula: You just said 'I love you'.

Peter, panicking: I say 'I love you' all the time. I love you, Mantis.

Mantis: Aww, I love you too.

Peter: See, means nothing.

Mantis: Hey!

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Peter: Hey Krags. Figured that now was the time to tell you that Nebula and I are dating.

Kraglin: Yeah, I’ve known for like, the last six months. Y'all have been inseperable.

Peter: Months? We’ve only been dating for two weeks.

Kraglin: Then what the hell were you doin' before that?!

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Peter: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Nebula: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Peter: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROCKET WITH ME!

Nebula, gasping: YOU WOULDNT!

Mantis, picking up the Monopoly board: I think we should stop playing now.

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nebula burying her feelings under layers of irritation, responsibility, and friendly admiration

quill in denial until mantis and rocket corner him to grill him on it because he’s been staring and listening to even sappier music than usual and it’s so damned obvious

both of them being 100000.00% certain the other would never return their feelings

nebula’s certainty compounded by the ever-present ghost of their gamora, her name on his lips after every drunken stupor nebula used to rescue him from, knowing in the hollowest parts of her soul she could never compare. second place again, always. she’s so tired. she can’t decide if these feelings are more stupid or selfish

quill agonizing over whether or not to tell her, but she’ll definitely kill him, right? he can’t stop blurting out compliments to her though, so it’s bound to spill out eventually. still, she never looks like she believes him

nebula hating her reflection, wishing she was beautiful and then hating herself for the sheer vanity of the notion. as if beauty could trick anyone into loving her. tracing a hand along the raised scars all over her body, the cold edges where metal meet flesh

quill doing a great job keeping his temper in check until the scumbags they’re facing off with call nebula “hideous” and she stays uncharacteristically quiet. he doesn’t remember much after “second-hand gamora-bot”

nebula’s steady bracing weight against him as she drags his sorry ass home from yet another bar fight. “you weren’t even drunk this time, what were you thinking?” she hisses, but he knows there’s no bite behind it. her side presses warm against his

“couldn’t let them say that shit,” quill mumbling like a petulant teenager, hoping she doesn’t take offense to his white knighting

nebula rolling her eyes, “assholes maybe but they weren’t wrong.” quill stopping in his tracks so hard it nearly throws them off balance

quill wanting nothing more than to get it through her head that she’s beautiful. she’s always been beautiful, even back when she was trying to kill them. even more now that she feels like home and the night lamps casting a glow around her right now are just so fucking unfair

mantis rushing out before he can say anything and helping nebula wrap his ankle and busted hand. there’s a second when mantis’ hand brushes nebula’s while they work and he swears a look of such shock and sadness floods her face- but then the sharp sting of disinfectant makes him blink and the expression is gone and so is nebula

nebula spiraling in self loathing - she hates herself, disgusts herself, surely she disgusts him too? and now mantis probably knows

rocket wisely not commenting when she sits down moodily while he works and just. aggressively cleans machine parts. after a while they just relax into familiar, companionable silence

nebula not wanting to risk any of this

peter not knowing where to start

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Nebula: When you said you’d do “magic in bed”, this wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.

Peter: [holds up 8 of hearts] Is this your card?

Nebula: [softly] Holy shit.

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Nebula: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Peter: Lillies, why?

Nebula:

Peter: Aww, Were you going to get me flowers?

Nebula:

Nebula: It's a possibility...

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Peter: Nebula is, shall we say, a bit of a fixer-upper.

Nebula: That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about me.

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[The Guardians playing Twister]

Kraglin: Nebula, right hand red.

Nebula: [Ends up on top of Peter]

Peter: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Mantis: He stopped spinning 15 turns ago. Honestly, we're surprised you didn't notice sooner.

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Peter: My girlfriend looks so good right now.

Kraglin, looking around: Is Nebula here?

Peter: No. I just know.

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Peter, pretending to joke: So, Nebs, when are you going to go out with me?

Nebula: I don't know. When are you going to ask me?

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Kraglin: And then you just ran?!

Peter: I didn't expect her to flirt back!

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Nebula: My boyfriend is a dork and makes me want to be a better person.

Peter: My girlfriend is crazy as fuck and is probably taking me to hell with her, but it's alright because I'm already going to hell.

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Peter: We made

[Nebula holds up baby Meredith, Lion King style.]

Nebula: Behold, inferior creatures! Look at what I made!

Meredith: *Happy baby babbling*

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Peter: Can I please bring you to my next therapy session?

Nebula: Why?

Peter: My therapist thinks I’m making you and all your issues up.

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