i should tag everyone else but im too lazy to look it up and. .. . yeah

(Spoilers for GotG 2)

Collection of random headcanon-snippets between the new-and-old Guardians:


The Guardians trying really well to behave, until Peter, for whatever reason, gets the absolutely brilliant idea to show Mantis how to steal stuff (“That could be useful for her one day!”). Immediately, Groot insists to tag along because he is old enough to learn, Drax feels compelled to learn, too (“Drax, you’re not stealthy, that’s not a good idea… ah, forget it.”) and Rocket helps out with tips himself.

Gamora stays behind, pressing a hand to her forehead because she just knows that this will end in big, big trouble. When Kraglin sniggers, just a quick short thing, the sound dimmed as if he is trying to smother it, she shoots him a look.

He catches the glance and cracks a smile. “What?”

“I’m blaming Peter’s upraising for this.”

“So… me?”

“You, too,” Gamora tries her best to stay serious, but the way the other’s eyes crinkle in silent laughter and flash with barely withheld pride and amusement makes her want to smile, too. “And you’re not even sorry for it.”


(They end up running, yelling at each other as they flee, laughing in between as they stumble and help each other up again and Gamora grumbles half-heartedly that she knew this would happen, and Kraglin teases Peter about getting rusty at stealing, and Rocket insists they should go back and fight, that would be fun – it’s an absolute mess, and they are having the time of their lives.)


The Guardians being in the middle of a situation that requires Rocket’s help, and Rocket being like, “No, no, you said I have to lay low, I’m doing just that now-…”

“Rocket,” Peter says absolutely calm, smiling as if they aren’t in the middle of a tricky situation, “Wanna blow up some stuff?”

“… Are you serious?” Rocket squints at him, suspicious, before he turns to the others. “Is he serious?”

“I fear he is.”

“’e’s being completely serious.”

Rocket looks from the others to Peter and back, before he starts smiling, all glinting teeth and snarl packed into a crazy joyous grin. “Oh yeah, now we’re talking, Star Munch!”

“I’m probably going to regret that,” Peter says to no one in particular as they fling themselves into it, uncoordinated but efficient as ever.


Perter and Kraglin end up getting so drunk one night, reminiscing on their lost family members, that they sleep curled up on the floor, waking up with one hell of a hangover the next day.

It’s only made worse by Gamora popping her head into the room to tell them that “Rocket is building a bomb at the kitchen table again, and he isn’t listening to me.

Peter groans and kicks Kraglin in the shin to get his attention, hearing a mournful grunt for his work „Kraglin, go stop him“

“It’s yer crazy friend, ye go stop ‘im,” comes the mumble reply, Kralgin’s forearm still firmly pressed over his eyes to shield out the light.

“I’m your Capt’n…” 

“I regret that.“

Another kick. “…you have to do as I say, that’s how this works.”

“Ain’t anything workin’ as long as I feel ready to throw up.”

Peter grunts, kicks a third time – Kraglin kicks back – and rolls to his stomach to get up. Somebody has to keep the ship from blowing up, after all.

He still has the glorious idea to grip the older’s ankles and drag him along the ground as he marches out of the room, earning loud cussing and multiple kicks for that.


All of the Guardians being completely exhausted because teenage-Groot is just not listening to anyone, and Rocket, at the end of his rope, grumbles, “How long does it take until children are finally grown up?!”

“In Pete’s case?” Kraglin asks, tipping his head back tiredly to look at the other. “Twenty-six years or so, an’ still countin’”

“Oh harr, harr, Kraggles, really,” Peter half-heartedly throws something in the other’s direction, but he’s grinning himself while everyone else bursts out laughing, immediately feeling better.  

Mantis is so excited about everything and anything in the universe that she somehow managed to get into trouble with people who didn’t like to be all but clung to by the bug-girl just because she wanted to see how different species’ emotions feel to her as an empath. Mantis is really bummed out because they had gotten into a shouting match with those people – Peter yelling back at them, Rocket snarling and Drax ready to start a fist-fight – and she feels like it’s her fault.

It’s weighing all of them down to see Mantis so sad, until Groot has the brilliant idea – “I am Groot!”

“What?!” Rocket snaps, head whirling so fast his spine makes a cracking sound. “No. No way in friggin’ hell!”

“That’s actually a good idea,” Peter ponders, holding up his hands in defense when Rocket snarls at him. “It is!”

“It ain’t!”


“You shut up or I bite you!”

“Rocket. It’s for Mantis. Look at her.


“You know, I think she’s crying.”


“I am Groot?”

“Yeah, I totally agree with you Groot, she is crying.”

“Oh fine! But you all owe me!”

And Rocket slinks over to Mantis, gruffly and grumbling telling her that she can pet his fur if she wants to. Only a bit though! And only until she’s better!

Mantis squeals in happiness when she realizes it’s for real and she ends up not only petting, but also brushing Rocket’s fur with a brush that Gamora brought her. Groot happily joins, musing Rocket’s fur, and Drax sits next to them, petting the raccoon’s head from time to time, and somehow, miraculously, all of the Guardians end up close by, listening to music or just resting, lazy banter traveling from one side to the other, all of them absentmindedly petting the raccoon once or twice – at least.

Rocket doesn’t bite them. He even stops complaining a while in.

He wouldn’t tell them that it’s actually nice, though.

Upside Down (part 7)

Intro: Just a little extra scene for your enjoyment - I hope you liked the series!

I am astonished and so grateful for the response on this fic.  It was so fun to write and I am now much deeper (if possible) in the Scotty trashcan than before.  I love writing him and there will definitely not be a lack of Scotty fics in the near future.  I will be doing some Scotty character analysis for a certain follower milestone, but I will be posting that after I finish writing all my drabbles (I have about 5 left).  

I will also be posting the full fic, from beginning to end, later tonight, as well as updating my masterlist (I hope).

You guys are amazing, thank you so much.  :D

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count: 801

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan


All crew to report to the mess hall. 

“Lassie, we really should… mhm.. go.” Scotty said across your lips, and you pulled him tighter against you, digging your hands into his hair. 

“You really want to go, now?” You raised your eyebrow and pulled back, Scotty’s lips barely an inch from yours, both breathing hard, his eyes filled with longing. 

As a response, he covered your mouth with his firmly, pressing your back against the wall, drawing you deeper into an electric kiss.  

All crew to report to the mess hall. 

“Damnit.” You grumbled and broke the kiss, heat curling over your body, sparks spreading over your skin where Scotty dragged his hands along your sides.  

Scotty, the usually composed one, looked as dizzy as you felt from that kiss, and he kept you pressed against the wall. 

“As much as I would love to stay here and continue our… activities… we better go.” You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he tried to chase your lips with his.  

“No, no, Mr. Scott, duty calls.” You pressed a finger to his lips and he shook his head at you, giving your sides a squeeze. 

“I told you not to call me that.” Scotty growled, low and gravely, eliciting another shot of heat low in your belly. 

“What’re you gonna do?  Punish me?” You smirked playfully, drawing your tongue over your teeth, and Scotty shook his head and suddenly snapped your hands up and pinned them against the wall, before diving into another heated kiss. 

Last Call: All crew report to the mess hall.

“Alright, we better go.” Scotty breathed along your cheek, and released your hands. 

“To be continued.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and took his hand, leading him towards the mess hall. 

“Did we miss anything?” You whispered as you drew up next to Jim, Scotty following close behind, hand still connected to yours.   

“Nah, he’s just going on about some new medical procedure.”  Jim whispered and you rolled your eyes, “Should I reprimand you for being late?”

“Probably.” You winked and turned to Dr. McCoy, who stood at the front of the room, already deep into some speech, and you quickly zoned out.  

This was your usual posture during meetings, hands connected, paying some or a little attention to what was being said, mostly happy just to be next to each other. 

“Hey.” You hissed, and pulled on your connected hands, Scotty tilting his head down so his head was closer to yours, “I think we forgot to turn off the fragment generator." 

"I turned it off, dontcha worry, darling.” Scotty smirked and pulled his head away. 

After a few seconds, you pulled on Scotty’s hand again. 

“What can I help ya with now, lass.” Scotty said, amusement making the corner of his lips turn up. 

“Can we replicate some pizza later?  I’m feeling pizza for dinner.”


“And can we watch a movie?  I’ll let you pick this time.” You batted your eyelashes up at him. 

“You always say that, yet it never happens, now shush.” Scotty teased, tucking your conjoined hands into his pocket, which made you smile. 

“You guys make me want to vomit." 

You turned, raising your eyebrow curiously to see Jim standing just behind you, a look of disgust on his face. 

"You wish you were us.” You teased and Jim huffed, dropping his eyes, but you caught the smile that crept onto his lips. 

“… lead by our two best engineers, Scotty and Y/N.  Nice of you to join us.”

You snapped your head forward, locking eyes with Dr. McCoy and pretty much everyone else on the crew who had turned to look at you and Scotty. 

“You do agree with the premise of the project, don’t you?” Dr. McCoy looked very unamused. 

“Of course, Doc, we’re all for it.” You called and threw up a thumbs up, which elicited a few giggles throughout the crowd. 

“Great, so I will see you two in my office after this meeting and we can discuss details.” Dr. McCoy nodded and turned back to the rest of the crew, continuing his speech. 

“We are in so much trouble.” You giggled, pressing your cheek into Scotty’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, well at least we’re in trouble together.” Scotty squeezed your hand. 

You turned back to Dr. McCoy’s speech, resting your head on Scotty’s shoulder, knowing that whatever crazy adventure was ahead of you, you could count on Scotty to be by your side. 

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What Have You Come As?

A/N: I started this a couple of weeks ago, and inspired by lametwentysomething’s great Halloween fic, decided to give it a slap-dash finish before Halloween was over. (I truly haven’t looked over this for errors, so let me know if something’s really wonky.)

This is FULL of British in-jokes, so if you don’t get a couple of the costumes, don’t fret. I expect, like five people to really like it. But you don’t have to get the costumes to enjoy the gang just being the gang.

(Also, Chapter 7 of Under the Tunisian Moon is ready for posting. Probably later tonight or tomorrow morning.) 

I’ll tag some people, since when I don’t, people ask me to. Though, I don’t know if this one is worth it.

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Okay, so here’s this weird thing …

* * * * *

“It’s all kickin’ off this Saturday!” Chop announced as he flopped into the seat next to Izzy at the pub. 

“So you’ve been tellin’ us for the past two weeks, Chop,” Archie grinned as he raised his eyebrows at Rae across the table before taking a drink of his pint.

“Now, no one’s tellin’ anyone else what they’re wearin’, right?”

The gang nodded solemnly. 

“No helpin’ each other out wi’ costumes, yeah? It’s meant to be a surprise All Hallow’s Eve Bonfire Night Celebration Extravaganza.”

“Have you registered that name with the Patents and Trademarks Office, Chop?” Rae quipped and Finn snickered into his Foster’s.

Chop huffed and pouted. “You lot are laughin’ now, but come Saturday, you’ll be clappin’ me on the back and tellin’ me it’s a job well-done. You can patent and trademark THAT, Raemundo.”

Rae nodded, trying to keep a serious look on her face. “I don’t doubt it!” She chanced a glance over at Finn, but his whole body was turned away, shaking with silent laughter, so she bit her lip and looked back at Chop, eyes wide, trying not to giggle herself. “It’s a rare occurrence that Saturday falls almost exactly between Halloween and Bonfire Night; we totally should celebrate.”

Finn nearly doubled over at this statement, and choked out an apology, saying he had to go to the loo.

Chop grumbled, “I’m gettin’ a drink, ‘scuse me,” and, uncharacteristically, didn’t ask if anyone wanted anything before stomping off to the bar.

“You shouldn’t tease ‘im, Rae,” Izzy said, eyebrows drawn in concern. “He’s been workin’ on this party for ages. I know the rest of us don’t do much for Halloween, bu’ it’s his favorite holiday. He may not look it, but he’s sensitive about stuff like this.”

Rae nodded. “I know, I know. It’s actually really sweet of him, but he’s jus’ so much fun to wind up!”

Finn came back from the bog, wiping one of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Rae patted his knee as he sat down. “We’re not makin’ fun of this party anymore, okay?” 

“Sure thing,” he said, clearing his throat and throwing a dirty look Rae’s direction.

When Chop rejoined them, everyone was silent and smiling like little angels. Chop gave a suspicious look and then necked half of his pint.

* * * * *

Rae looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t sure anyone was even going to get who she was supposed to be, but there weren’t any costumes in the shops that fit her, and they were all ‘Sexy’ something. Even though Finn probably wouldn’t object to her showing a bit of cleavage or wearing something that fit her form, she couldn’t face the raised eyebrows and snickering behind hands. So, she adjusted the crushed velvet top hat and the goggles strapped atop them, touched the fake nose ring that was slightly freaking her out, and headed downstairs.

Her mum was in the lounge, breastfeeding Jasmine, and Rae instinctively snapped her head away. “Mum! Finn’ll be over any minute to pick me up!”

“So? It’s my house, Rachel Earl. I can do whatever I like under my roof. If he’s so delicate, he can stay outside. I’m sure you’re going to be off like a shot as soon as he rings the doorbell, anyway.”

Rae huffed and went to the kitchen get the bottle of vodka she was charged with bringing to the party.

The doorbell dutifully dinged at that precise moment and Rae rushed around the corner to answer the door and sweep Finn over to Chop’s. 

She opened the door to find him wearing pretty much his usual gear, plaid shirt and baggy pants, but he’d buttoned the shirt up and had his sunglasses on, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, fringe combed forward.

“Oh, you lazy sod. Is it Liam or Noel you’re supposed to be?”

He shrugged. “Either. Probably Noel.”

“Don’t let them hear you think they’re interchangeable.” She shoved him the shoulder, grinning. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“You’re not gonna invite me in?” Finn asked.

“Jasmine’s having her supper. You don’t wanna be invited in.”

A look of confusion quickly transformed into understanding, and Finn nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

As they walked along, Finn kept glancing over at Rae. He was trying to work out who she was. “I know I should know it,” he muttered. His eyes traveled up from the boots on her feet, to her standard issue leggings, but instead of a skirt, she was wearing some novelty boxers she’s found a the pound shop, with peace signs and smiley faces on them. Only a bit of the pattern was visible, because she was wearing a long sort of duster/trench thing. Her black top was cut lower than her typical band t-shirt, but her cleavage was covered in a bunch of necklaces, of all lengths. Her hair was wild and she wore red lipstick and just a little too much eyeliner. 

Rae let him take her in, and then nodded. “Yeah, you probably should.” She’d paused to let him look his fill, but now she was on the move again, with Finn trotting to catch up. “You’ll work it out eventually,” she said. “Not sure anyone else will, though.”

When they got to Chop’s house and rang the bell, they waited for a while and, finally, Archie answered the door. He was wearing gray trousers, a white shirt and blue sweater, and one of his collection of Harrington jackets, khaki, with a red badge on it: Denton High School. He adjusted his glasses and waved Rae and Finn inside. 

“Hi, Brad,” Rae flatly intoned. “Did NO ONE make an effort for this event?” she griped. 

As if on cue, Izzy skipped out of the kitchen, her red hair braided into two plaits which had been braided around some sort of wire, the pigtails stood away from her head, swooping upwards. She had on a dirndl, which was pulled a little low around the bust, and the sleeves of the white peasant shirt underneath fell off her shoulders. Thigh high striped socks with platform sandals finished off the look. Rae hid a smile.

“I’m Sexy Pippi Longstocking!” she giggled.

“Oi! You’re s’posed to let ‘em guess, Iz!” Chop’s voice bellowed from the top of the stairs.

“I love it, Izzy,” Rae said, grinning. 

“Thanks, Rae!” She leaned over to whisper to Rae and Finn. “Chop’s worked really hard on his costume, so … just be nice, okay?”

The couple exchanged a glance, shrugged and nodded. Archie shook his head. “I haven’t seen ‘im yet, either.” There was a long pause … it was early and Chloe wasn’t there yet, let along the throngs Chop had no doubt invited, as well.

“Alrigh’, Rae,” Archie sighed. “I’m only doin’ this for you.” He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to reveal a pair of baggy white y-fronts. 

“Oi, mate, what the fuck?” Finn shouted as his friend stepped out completely out of his trousers.

“That’s more like it, Arch!” Rae clapped. 

Archie left the rest of his kit on, and pulled on the elastic of his pants. “Got a better fitting pair on underneath, so little Archie doesn’t go wanderin’.” Rae laughed, tossing her head back. Her hat started to tip off the back of her head, so she had to right it.

“Never seen Rocky Horror?” Archie asked Finn.

“No,” Finn smirked.

“It’s pretty good,” Rae chuckled.

Another ding of the doorbell announced Chloe. Rae looked at the clock. 7:15 for 7:00. Typical.

When Rae opened the door, Chloe didn’t come in straight away, but stood there with jazz hands, showing off her costume. It was a white satin mini-dress with a sparkly blue lamé flounce hem sewn on. There was a similar shape happening  up top, almost a pointy jester’s collar, and the letters B O U N T Y in painter’s tape down the side. 

“Well? Whaddya think?” Chloe asked.

“Ummm …” Rae didn’t know what to say. “C’mon in,” she beckoned. “We’ll all have a think.”

Chloe sighed and trudged in to the kitchen, where she put on her smile and jazz hands again. Finn, Izzy and Archie all joined Rae in furrowing their brows. Finally, Chloe sighed and put her hands on her hips. “I’m a Sexy Celebration!” 

“Ohhhhh!” everyone said together.

“But Bounty is the worst one,” Izzy said, making a face.

“I know,” Chloe said. “But it went best with my coloring, so …”

Rae rolled her eyes. She had to admit it was an inspired costume. “That’s really good, though, Chlo.”

Chloe curtsied. “Thank you, m’dear.” 

No one had tried to guess Rae’s costume yet. It was like they knew she was out of her comfort zone and didn’t want to say the wrong thing. She was about to tell them when they heard some clomping on the stairs. 

Izzy bit her lip and squinted. Rae noticed and wondered if it could really be that bad. 

The clomping got louder and then there he was, in the doorway, an imposing figure in heavy black boots and a gray suit. He had green face paint, and crude bolts sticking off the sides of his polo neck top. He wore large tinted spectacles and a handkerchief stuck out of his breast pocket. 

Then, he shouted, in a Cockney accent, “PAT. PAAAAT. Don’t go, Pat!” 

No one said anything.

Then he squared his shoulders and said, “Whad’ya fink I am, some kinda pilchard???”

Rae groaned. Was he?

“I’m Frank Butcher-stein!”

Finn slapped his forehead. “Bloody hell, mate.”

Izzy’s smile was somewhere between a grin and a wince.

“That is puntastic, my friend.” Rae held her hand up to high five Chop.

“Alrigh’, someone appreciates me, Iz!”

“I appreciate you!” she piped up, giving him a swift punch in the bicep. 

Chop took off his glasses to look at everyone. “Nice effort, everyone. ‘Cept you, Finn, you lazy arse.”

“Sorry, bloody hell,” Finn muttered.

He squinted at Rae. “Mad Hatter?” he asked. 

Rae shook her head. “Nope!”

“Can ya give me a hint?” he asked.

Rae looked at her boots, pretending to be shy for a moment. Then she lifted her head and belted, “I said HEY-YAY-YAY-YAY-AY WHAT’S GOIN’ ON!”

Finn bounced on the balls of his feet. “Oh! Um! What’s ‘er name! From 4 Non-Blondes!”

“Linda Perry!” Archie supplied.

“Nice one, Raemundo!” He came over to put his arm around her shoulder. 

“Okay, I think we all deserve a ruddy shot, yeah, my darlin’s?” The Cockney was back. 

“It’s only one night,” Finn murmured in Rae’s ear. 

“And he IS kinda funny,” she agreed.

They opened the bottle of vodka Rae brought and toasted to pumpkins and Guy Fawkes. 

As soon as the first round of shots was downed, Chop said, “Let’s empty this bottle quick, so we have one for later …” He waggled his eyebrows devilishly, smudging his face paint against his glasses.

Everyone groaned, but held their glasses out for a second round.

“Best All Hallow’s Eve Bonfire Night Celebration Extravaganza … EVER!” Rae shouted and Chop nodded his head emphatically. “Damn STRAIGHT.”

Hi Guys! I hope you enjoy part 8! Thanks for all the likes/reblogs and comments on the previous parts! xD

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