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sometimes, when we feel like we're threatened or in need of care, our younger self comes to the forefront: needing comfort, stability, patience, and support. in moments like this, the captain just wants to know how best to help.
NOTES: this was written for a sweet nonnie who requested it like, eight months ago (so sorry, darling). it's specifically focused on involuntary age-regression as a trauma-response. nonnie, i hope it is helpful and comforting to you, and meets whatever you're looking for. please know i've been holding you in my heart this whole time and wanting to make sure i did it justice.
FOR OTHER READERS: despite this being focused on involuntary age regression, i think a lot of it can be generalized to other significant anxiety reactions (like panic attacks and PTSD flashbacks), which can yield similar symptoms even while being very different internal experiences.
You’ve gotten good at identifying things and situations that will activate you — that will make your thoughts suddenly seem cloudy and intangible, your knees weak and unsteady as a fawn’s. Things that will make the tears spring to your eyes as you bite your lip, fighting the urge — no, the compulsion — to curl up under the bed or in the closet, knees folded to your chest.
But every once in a while, it still takes you by surprise.
Which is why you’re sitting in the corner right now, wedged against the kitchenette cabinets with fat tears rolling down your cheeks, thumb firmly in your mouth.
You barely clock it when there’s a thump at the door. Any other time and you’d have recognized it for what it is: the Captain’s boot, casual and sturdy. It’s usually the only warning you get before the door swishes open and he strides in, all cocky and confident.
“Kid?”
He’s paused on the threshold, surprised by the dimness of your little Knowhere apartment. Usually, it would be illuminated by the cozy-warm glow of the plasma-lamp on your endtable and desk — maybe with the added silver of your holoscreen, too. But you hadn’t had the energy to turn anything on — hadn’t even considered the need. Even if you had, you might not have risked wobbling your way across the apartment to reach them.
“You here?”
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the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).
feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡ view the take what you need queue to see upcoming installations & the current backlog. HIATUS: feel free to request things but i am going to be a little more selective about which ones i write, and they will likely take a long time to get through from now on.
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eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)
i'm damn proud a' you, kid. (wc: 1,639)
fuck heartache. (wc: 1,781)
stop frickin' apologizing. (wc: 1,207)
brush your fuckin' hair. (wc: 1,649)
stop bein' a jerk to yourself. (wc: 1,490)
do your damn stretches. (wc: 1,980)
enjoy your frickin' day off. (wc: 2,126)
try bein' nice to your reflection. (wc: 1,847)
stop fuckin' hurtin' yourself. (wc: 3,841)
time to fly, cupcake. (wc: 2,156)
lean into your markings, kid. (wc: 1,608)
slow down whenever you fuckin' can. (wc: 2,412)
comfort your inner kid, kid. (wc: 2,061)
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excerpt & warnings below the cut ~ and more info on these***↓
the captain always knows when you're being an a-hole to yourself, and he doesn't like it. it's time to take the next step and try sayin' somethin' nice. (not that he knows much about bein' nice.)
for @raccoon-coded my love. i don't know exactly what kind of thoughts were going through your head when you found yourself being mean in the mirror, but i really hope you are able to replace some of those mean thoughts with some nice ones, because you are honestly such a sweet person and you deserve to think kindly of yourself. and as i think i said before, this was a really relatable request - not only for me but for others too - so thank you for sharing it.
“What the fuck was that?”
You blink, nonplussed. You’ve been alone at the bartop in the Boot of Jemiah all day — mostly just because the bar stays pretty empty till the end of the wake-shift, and most people won’t bother you here while you’re working. Plus, Jemiah himself keeps you well-stocked in Milky Fizzes and drink-garnishes masquerading as snacks. But now, Knowhere’s late-afternoon-light streams through the patchy, frosted-glass windows — pale and glittering with bone-dust and calcium grit — and you realize abruptly that it’s far later than you’d expected.
Well — late enough for your favorite Guardian to be strolling around the city, anyway. You’d recognize that snarly, gravelly voice anyway. Your eyes slant down and to the left, till you find the three-foot-tall captain glowering up at you.
“Well, hello to you too, Rocket,” you drawl once you‘ve gathered your thoughts and met his glare. “Lovely day we’re having. How are you feeling? What have you been up to?”
“I saw that,” he growls, ignoring your niceties. You widen your eyes: pure innocence that you’re sure he sees right through.
“Saw what?”
“You made a face.”
You stare at him, trying to decide whether or not to deny the accusation — then giving up and rolling your eyes. “So? You’re always making faces. You’re the definition of keep making that face and it’ll get stuck that way.”
His lip curls: a mouthful of sneering confusion. “What the fuck does that mean?”
You point directly at his bared teeth. “That! That’s what it means! You always look like you’re pissed!”
“I am always pissed,” he snarls. “And anyway, I’m makin’ a face because you’re being frickin’ weird. But you’re making a face because Jemiah finally installed a mirror over the damn bar like Pete kept buggin’ him to do, and you don’t like what you see in it.”
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***i took the liberty of, uh, re-creating the captain's notes from this scene. they're based off the commonly-accepted kree alphabet (posted by @mrwolfhare in his amazing reference-collection of marvel languages) ALTHOUGH (1) i have learned that this alphabet was later released as "celestial" by disney - which, weird - and (2) this is really more of a substitution cipher than a true linguistic situation, you know? that said, i thought it was fun to do anyway. so here are rocket's "kree" notes, with "translations" below.
i am a good person.
i am smart.
i have a good sense of humor and a good heart.
the captain is proud to know me.
need more reminders from rocket?
the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).
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eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)
i'm damn proud a' you, kid. (wc: 1,639)
fuck heartache. (wc: 1,781)
stop frickin' apologizing. (wc: 1,207)
brush your fuckin' hair. (wc: 1,649)
stop bein' a jerk to yourself. (wc: 1,490)
do your damn stretches. (wc: 1,980)
enjoy your frickin' day off. (wc: 2,126)
try bein' nice to your reflection. (wc: 1,847)
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excerpt below the cut ~
the captain understands being self-conscious of one's looks — but he hates that you do. he thinks your markings are cool, which is not a thing he just goes around telling people.
that's why he'd rather you stop covering 'em up.
NOTES: this scene is about vascular and pigmentation anomalies. reader has an unspecified color-contrast on the skin of their face, which they usually cover with cosmetics. for @chowdragun ♡
As usual, the low thud of a boot against your door is the only warning you get before the hatch swishes open. You roll your eyes from the bathroom, then turn your head to sponge a bit more foundation against your skin. The footfalls of the Captain are unmistakeable: heavy when he wants them to be — weighed down by the gravity-mechanics he’s added like modified jet-boots — and almost soundless when he prefers to be stealthy. Right now — as usual — he’s stomping around. He’s told you before that being loud and clumsy, like a humie makes people underestimate his ability to be silent and quick — but you suspect he also just likes the commanding sound of his soles against the floor, as if they amplify his presence — as if anything could.
The truth is, the captain’s got far more personality than people three times his size, and an arch of his eyebrow is enough to silence a whole Knowhere cantina these days.
“What are you doing here so early?” you demand, eyeing your makeup critically. This is expensive shit — Sanna Orix cuts you a deal, but it’s hard out here in deep space. Half the make-up is likely to melt your face, break you out, or give you hives — and the other half doesn’t match your skin tone. Even when the shopkeeper finds something that comes close, you usually have to end up mixing a couple colors together.
Unfortunately, all this means that you have to make it last.
The captain interrupts your musing with a scoff. “That’s a nice frickin’ welcome, kid. What about, How are you, Captain? Did you sleep well? It’s good to see you.”
You arch a brow in the mirror, studying the places where you’ve tried to cover the different patches of pigmentation in your skin. “How are you, Captain,” you say flatly. “Did you sleep well. It’s good to see you.”
“Tch. Smartass.”
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need more reminders from rocket?
the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).
feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡ view the take what you need queue to see upcoming installations & the current backlog. HIATUS: feel free to request things but i am going to be a little more selective about which ones i write, and they will likely take a long time to get through from now on.
this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡
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eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)
i'm damn proud a' you, kid. (wc: 1,639)
fuck heartache. (wc: 1,781)
stop frickin' apologizing. (wc: 1,207)
brush your fuckin' hair. (wc: 1,649)
stop bein' a jerk to yourself. (wc: 1,490)
do your damn stretches. (wc: 1,980)
enjoy your frickin' day off. (wc: 2,126)
try bein' nice to your reflection. (wc: 1,847)
stop fuckin' hurtin' yourself. (wc: 3,841)
time to fly, cupcake. (wc: 2,156)
lean into your markings, kid. (wc: 1,608)
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when you're questioning your path, when you're disappointed in yourself, when you're feeling lonely, try to remember: the captain is proud of you. and he hopes you're proud of yourself, too.
i got two requests under different names for this scene. it was a hard one, because everyone feels the need for this kind of reassurance, but in different ways. to the requester(s): i hope that you feel seen by this. i hope that it moves you and reminds you that you are amazing, not just in what you do, and not only in how hard you try - but also, simply, in who you are. and i hope it brings you some peace, and reassurance, and contentment. ♡♡♡
It’s early morning when Rocket finds you.
You’re not always up at this hour, but you’ve got a lot to do today — and something had moved you to steal an extra hour of peace and quiet before the city starts its quiet morning hustle. So you’d made your favorite cozy-warm drink with the electric kettle on your tiny countertop, and you’d gone up to the roof — leaned out over the edge with your elbows propped against the low bone-concrete wall, and gazed down on the strings of twinkling plasma orbs, slowly fading like stars in the lavender-rose glow of the manufactured sunrise. The orloni peddler sets up their cart, and someone wanders down the street to the laundromat with a brimful basket propped on their hip. A lone, lazy Terran bull — liberated from the Arête, you assume — pulls a mouthful of grass from a crack in the walkway. But otherwise, the skull is still and tranquil, and everything seems oddly pastoral in the pearly light of artificial dawn.
Even with Rocket scuffling around up here. He makes more noise than he needs to — more noise than he normally would, too: pushing open the door to the roof, and making sure to drag his boots on the gravelly surface. You appreciate the gesture, since it keeps you from startling when he finally swaggers to your side and hoists himself up on the ledge next to you.
“Hey, kid.”
“Hey,” you murmur back. Both of your voices are hushed, like the sleepiness of the world has stolen its way into your lungs, making everything soft and gauzy. “You heading out?”
He drops into a seated position, legs dangling out over the street four stories down. Frankly, you’re surprised to see him this morning. Usually when he has to leave for a mission this early in the wake-shift, he heads straight from his apartment to the Bowie.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Just wanted to see how you were doin’ before I left.”
Your mouth curves. You lift your mug to your lips and breathe in the steam, keeping your eyes carefully averted so he can’t see too much affection in them.
“Checking up on me, Captain?”
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this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡
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eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)
i'm damn proud a' you, kid. (wc: 1,639)
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✩࿐࿔ slow down whenever you fuckin' can. [new 3/11/26]
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the best advice for struggling with burnout is to get out of the thing causing the burnout. it's not a you-problem — it's a situation-problem.
however, we all know that's sometimes easier said than done. luckily, the captain is here to encourage you to take back time and energy however you can.
NOTES: this literally took me six months to write because ahhhh i've been burnt out lol. i TRULY hope you don't need it anymore, nonnie, but here it is. a little hard to write because so many different things could be the source of burnout and they all require a slightly different approach (trying to care for a familymember is different from trying to escape a toxic job while still paying bills, you know?) but i did my best and i hope you enjoy, and that you have people in your life who can help you find your resources and supports.
“—and I don’t like it.”
You slant your eyes toward the Captain. Your vision’s a little bleary around the edges, but you’re grateful to have found a single scant hour to hang out in Groot’s rooftop garden, drinking Milky Fizzes — some of them spiked — and soaking up the sound of laughter. Not that you have much to contribute, of course. Your brain’s still blurry from everything you’d been managing earlier. For now, you just try to enjoy the slow purpling of the light as Knowhere’s artificial sun begins to set and the conversation buzzes happily around you.
“I said,” the Captain grits out, “I don’t like it.”
Phylla, Cosmo, Blurp and Drax all fall quiet in their play. Adam and Groot pause in the game they’ve been discussing. Nebula stiffens. Kraglin, of course, cringes.
Oh.
You swallow and set your carton aside, flicking your eyes guilty toward Rocket. “Sorry, I — I wasn’t paying attention. Were you talking to me?”
The Captain scowls. “See? This is exactly what I’m talkin’ about. You can’t even stay tuned for a whole conversation.”
Your brow curls into a sharp furrow. “You just started talking!” you point out, voice a little squeaky with a combination of surprise and defensiveness.
He rolls plum-colored eyes. “Then you don’t tune in quick enough.”
You sigh and scrub at the spot between your brows. Even when there’s no headache, you can feel the tension looming there. “Sorry,” you tell him, trying to start over. “What were you saying? You don’t like — something?”
His scowl grows darker. “How distracted you been. I don’t like how distracted you been. How tired. Irritablistic, too, sometimes.”
You shake yourself, trying to get your head back in the game, and manage to arch a brow. “You’re one to talk about being irritable—”
“I don’t care,” he sneers. “You ain’t me. And bein’ a jackass ain’t like you.”
You stare at him for a moment, nonplussed — then manage to wrangle up a smile. It’s probably wraithlike, you realize too late — thin and haunted. “I’m trying something new,” you tell him lightly.
It falls flat. The Captain only crosses his arms and leans back against the narrow, rickety table.
“Well, I hate it,” he snaps. “It’s getting under my frickin’ skin.” One hand rises to paw at the nape of his neck, and the gesture almost seems anxious. “What’re you staring at?” he demands of the other Guardians, all scattered lazily along the roof.
“You,” Phylla tells him bluntly.
“I am Groot,” Groot adds.
“If yer worried, Cap’n,” Kraglin offers tentatively, “maybe you should just say you’re worried.”
Worried?
It’s Rocket’s turn to pinch the spot between his brows. “Unbelievable,” he mutters.”I’m gonna kick all your asses next time we spar.”
You ignore that, staring at him blankly instead — trying to get a read on him. Kraglin’s words echo in your ears.
“You don’t need to be worried,” you try to reassure him. “I’m okay. Just a little tired.”
The Captain scoffs. “I know tired,” he retorts. “That ain’t tired — that’s burnt the fuck out.”
read more on ao3 ✩࿐࿔ for nonnie ♡
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need more reminders from rocket?
the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).
feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡ view the take what you need queue to see upcoming installations & the current backlog. HIATUS: feel free to request things but i am going to be a little more selective about which ones i write, and they will likely take a long time to get through from now on.
this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡
✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist
eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
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stop bein' a jerk to yourself. (wc: 1,490)
do your damn stretches. (wc: 1,980)
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babe. the captain's gonna be pissed if he finds out you're not using your day off to focus on things that will refresh you. so you'd better make a Serious Plan™ to do exactly that, or he'll do it for you. (bonus points if it involves a morning-task that requires you to go somewhere or meet somebody.)
for @chowdragun ♡♡ i'm so sorry. this is kinda a mess because i totally went off the rails but it was really fun to write? it was just so entertaining to imagine how the guardians spend their off-time (kraglin especially, tbh). uhm anyway sometimes planning a day off (or doing anything for your wellbeing) has to be a fuckin group-project, honestly. i don’t know if this is what you were looking for, but i hope it helps, my friend. i believe in you, and so does the captain, and i hope your next day off is the most satisfying one you’ve ever had, and that they keep getting better from there. ♡♡♡
“It’s nice to be skullside again for a few days,” Phyla admits, settling herself into one of the scarred booths in the Boot. The artificial sun of Knowhere is beginning to slant into evening, and gold light spills through the fragmented portview and over her small upturned face. Cosmo leaps onto the bench beside her, dropping to her haunches, and you wince as a plume of dog-hair whisks into the air, floating in the streaming sunbeams — dancing with the calcium pixie-dust glitter.
Adam follows, sliding into the booth beside Cosmo as if he’s an endcap.
“It’s nice to have you back,” you respond with a grin, closing up the Terran laptop that Rocket had somehow rigged to access the internet from home. Just gotta position a few satellites right, he’d grunted, waving a hand dismissively when you’d thanked him. “How was the mission?”
“I don’t really wanna talk about it,” Kraglin grumbles, lowering himself to the bench-seat beside you. “It went fine. We’re all okay. No major injuries—”
“Well—” Phyla hedges, casting a pointed look in Adam’s direction.
“I don’t wish to speak of it either,” Adam announces. “I’d much rather talk about—”
You curse when Kraglin is suddenly pushed into you, and you end up flattened against the inner wall.
“Groot!” Kraglin’s voice is something between a growl and yelp. “How many times do we gotta tell you! You’re too big for the booths!”
“I am Groot!”
You can’t really see the flora colossus over Kraglin’s flailing limbs and your own squished position, but you can hear the protest in his voice, trailing into a pout.
“Get outta here!”
“Pull up a chair, Groot,” Phyla offers.
“I am Groot.”
Cosmo lets out a nervous bark. “Two chairs, then!”
“I am Groot!”
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stop bein' a jerk to yourself. (wc: 1,490)
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the captain expects you to take care of your body, like a finicky firearm that needs a little extra daily maintenance. so add your stretches to your daily frickin' schedule and don't skip 'em, or he'll sic nebs on you.
for @raccoon-coded ♡♡♡♡ i hope this is even a little bit helpful (i know every body is different and so maybe the result of not-doing-your-stretches doesn't line up exactly with the "you" of this scene, but i hope it's at least somewhat relatable). and i hope that when you are tempted to not prioritize your stretches, you can imagine rocket banging on your door at the same time every day to demand you stick to your schedule.
The voice is far too concerned to be the Captain’s.
That’s why you don’t clock it at first: too focused on bunching your muscles, then flexing them — trying to be subtle while you’re surrounded by the Knowhere nightlife.
It seems like every other cycle brings some new neighborhood-festivities to the city of Exitar. Usually, these parties are pretty chill: laughing couplets and quintets, drifting in and out of the edges of the street and the open-front bars like starfish when the tides come in. Every night here feels like cool summer — at least when the climate control’s not on the fritz, or Rocket hasn’t turned it down for the Christmas party. The shadows are long and lean and purple, singed at the edges with the warm glow of countless tiny plasma-orbs, tinkling and jingling on their strings like little windchimes. Every breath tastes like spices from the orloni vendor’s stall, sweetened by the astringent fruity smash of spilled skullside moonshine, and cut through by the burnt-ozone and hot-metal scent of fireworks.
Well, fewer fireworks and more gunfire, probably. But still, nights like this always call up the scent-memory of your first open-air concert on Terra, and how everything had smelled like summer nightskies and booze and pyrotechnics. Which is why you’re here, soaking up the atmosphere like you do every time there’s a celebration.
You grin while you watch a few Star Kids bouncing through the streets, playing some sort of game that reminds you of hopscotch. Endless laughing clusters of adults ramble past, too: pausing to ask how you are, offering to bring you drinks. Normally, you’d be with them: weaving your way through the throngs of people garlanding the edges of the streets, bringing the Broker another cocktail because he’s just always adorably surprised whenever someone does something nice for him. Maybe trading playful insults with Howard, till he gets so flustered and annoyed that he quacks at you.
But a lack of attention to your body the past few rotations has instead resulted in this: you, alone, perching on the sidelines — lounging on a bone-brick retaining wall while the rest of Exitar’s citizens swirl around you in little eddies and flows.
It’s not so bad, you think as you try to surreptitiously flex and stretch your body, smiling and nodding when Steemie strolls by and grins a hello and a crinkle-eyed smile your way. You may not be enjoying your night the way you normally would, but you are still enjoying it.
“Kid,” the voice says impatiently, which is when you realize it does belong to the Captain after all, and that he’s talking to you. “I asked you a frickin’ question.”
You blink and half-twist so you can peer over your shoulder, surprised to find him close enough to touch, and almost at eye-level thanks to your seated position.
“Oh, hi,” you greet, your smile curling your lips happily. It’s always nice to see him — even when he’s being an ass — but it’s especially good on nights like this, when he actually lets himself come down and join in the community that he’s worked so hard to create and protect. “What was the question?”
He crosses his arms across the soft blue canvas of his shirt and squints one eye, raking it over you. “I asked if you’re okay.”
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get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
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do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)
i'm damn proud a' you, kid. (wc: 1,639)
fuck heartache. (wc: 1,781)
stop frickin' apologizing. (wc: 1,207)
brush your fuckin' hair. (wc: 1,649)
stop bein' a jerk to yourself. (wc: 1,490)
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lots of us learn to be mean to ourselves as a form of self-protection. the captain understands this tendency — personallistically. which doesn't necessarily mean he likes when you do it.
thank you for your patience, nonnie-bby. i hope this is what you were looking for. i know there are lots of different ways a person might put themselves down, so if this isn't the angle you're looking for, let me know, okay? and please — be kind to yourself today. ♡♡♡
“Stupid,” you mutter, staring at your datapad.
Mantlo’s is pretty quiet at this time of day — empty of everything but you, the owner himself, and syrupy mid-afternoon life glimmering with tiny specks of bone-dust, swirling through the air. You’d been feeling a bit restless in your tiny apartment earlier, so you’d dragged your datapad and yourself down to the bar and perched yourself at one of the hightops, hoping that the change of scenery would make it easier for you to catch up on some things.
Which had been when you’d realized your mistake.
“What’s stupid?”
You blink down at the Captain. He must’ve come into the bar when you hadn’t been paying attention — too busy berating yourself for the task you’d forgotten to complete. Time feels silky and fluid sometimes, here on Knowhere. Everything is too weirdly idyllic: each rotation melting into the glittering garlands of tiny plasma orbs, and prismatic neon lights jeweling the dusk. How can you possibly be expected to keep track of the hours when so many of them are marked by laughter from the mezzanine, or music from the citywide sound system, or exciting new projects, or incoming missions, or the scent of spiced orloni seeping into the gold haze of every manufactured afternoon?
But then, you’ve always been your own worst critic.
“What’s stupid?” Rocket repeats plaintively, like he thinks he’s being left out of some joke.
“I am,” you say dryly, with an eyeroll and a self-deprecating grin, and a little sideways shrug.
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eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)
i'm damn proud a' you, kid. (wc: 1,639)
fuck heartache. (wc: 1,781)
stop frickin' apologizing. (wc: 1,207)
brush your fuckin' hair. (wc: 1,649)
stop bein' a jerk to yourself. (wc: 1,490)
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