I saw Guardians of the Galaxy on Friday and again on Saturday. I'm like in love with this movie. You all have to go see it, I swear you'll love it. And oh my god! Bradley Cooper as Rocket Raccoon was probably the best thing to ever happen. And Groot was f*cking adorable! Pardon my French...sorry. I'm just...I'm so in love with Rocket right now. I decided to write this...Hope you like it! Let me know what you think! This takes place after the movie. Don't worry, there's not one spoiler in this! It's just a little one-shot with Rocket and my OC. I just got this idea in my head about my OC dancing to Hooked On A Feeling, and Rocket's jaw literally hanging open. It was a pretty funny dream.

Info about my OC:

Name: Stellar Quill

Gender: Female

Race: Uknown (She has light blue skin, not dark like Nebula)

Age: 26

Hair: Hair length to her shoulders, and she has purple hair with a dark blue tint at the ends of her hair

Info: She was found by Peter on an abandoned planet he was trying to scavenge some stuff from when he first started, like a few years after he was taken from Earth so Peter was still a young boy then. Stellar was alone, scared, and lost. She didn't even know there was life out there from where she lived. She had no idea there were other planets. Eventually, Peter was able to take her in after much convincing for Yondu that she would be helpful, and then taught her everything he knew while he learned from Yondu himself. They grew close over the years and called each other siblings because that's the type of love they had for each other. Peter's tried to help Stellar all he can while they grew up together, but it's obvious there are a few things he didn't talk about with her.

"Peter?"

I continued to call out for Peter as I walked throughout the Milano, wondering where Peter could have possibly went to. I was nervous and confused as I searched for my brother, and eventually found him in his cot with his headphones on. I could faintly hear his music that he carried within his Walkman and peered down at him with a smile. I could practically feel my curiosity eating away at me and felt guilty when attempting to wake up Peter. I took off his headphones and gently shook him awake.

"What Stellar?" Peter yawned tiredly.

I twiddled with my thumbs whenever I grew nervous as it was a habit of mine. When Peter noticed this, he sat up and made room for me to sit on his cot with him, knowing that I needed his help.

"You look generally confused, so I'll bite. What's up?" Peter asked.

I bit my bottom lip and glanced at Peter with a blush on my face before I finally came forward with what happened earlier. Peter grabbed a drink and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as I explained as an indication that he was listening intently.

"Okay...so I was listening to your music as I was cleaning around the ship. I felt flustered when Rocket appeared out of nowhere and said I danced like a stripper and I just...could you please tell me what a stripper is, Peter?" I finished.

Peter's eyes widened and without realizing it, had spit out his drink to look at me incredulously.

"Peter...really. What's a stripper?" I frowned in confusion.

"It's uh...It's..." Peter stumbled with his words. "It's a treat...at least for me it is." He added under his breath.

"What kind of a treat?" I raised an eyebrow.

At this, Peter blushed and stood up from his cot before practically rushing over to the door.

"I'm just...I'll be right back, Stells. I just need to talk to Rocket about something." Peter smiled sheepishly.

I sat on the cot in anger and frustration as I folded my arms in a huff. I tapped my foot impatiently for a minute before getting annoyed and following Peter without him noticing.

Seriously?! What's a stripper? Why was Peter making such a big deal out of this?

Rocket was down in his quarters making another gadget that based off of an old design of his. Rocket smirked and hummed lowly as he about to make the finishing touches, before something REALLY hard hit his back.

WHACK!

"HEY!" Rocket growled.

Rocket whirled around ready to attack whoever it was that was looking for a fight, but when noticing it was Peter, he calmed down slightly.

"Why the hell did you call my sister a stripper?!" Peter glared at him.

Rocket squinted at Peter in confusion as he tried to recall what he did earlier that day.

What the fuck was Quill going on about? It had something to do with Stellar...and strippers? Oh yeah...

"It was a compliment! I didn't call her a stripper! I said she danced like one! There's a difference! But man does she have one nice ass- -"

After noticing a deadly and threatening look on Peter's face, Rocket stopped in the middle of his sentence.

"Look, I've taken care of Stellar since we were kids, and I practically raised her on my own. She may not be my sister by blood, but god damn it, she is by our bond. It was fucking awkward to hear my sister ask me what a stripper is and I hope to never go through that again." Peter lowered his voice dangerously.

Rocket was glad he had fur, because he could feel his face heating up. He couldn't tell if his face was hot from anger or embarrassment. It was likely a combination of both.

"Ah shit...look uh...Quill...I'll go talk to her, alright?" Rocket sighed dejectedly.

Rocket gently put down his unfinished weapon and started making his way to the door. Peter found himself speechless at such an action as Rocket unexpectedly apologized for his behavior pretty much, something that was almost unheard of. Rocket paused at the doorway before glancing back at Peter.

"I thought she was playing the little innocent act, but...she really doesn't know much does she?" Rocket mumbled softly.

Peter shook his head in response.

"Yondu and I found her on that abandoned planet years ago that Thanos practically destroyed." He replied.

Rocket remembered what happened after defeating Ronan on Xandar about how they went to the Nova Core, and also recalled the many conversations that went along with it which had included a little information about Peter's genetics as well as a bit of Stellar's origins.

"She didn't even know what a spaceship was...I just knew from the moment that I met her, that I wanted to protect her. I've tried my best to be a teacher in every subject I can think of, but I was still a kid that was learning himself. So obviously she doesn't know everything there is to know...especially if she's asking me about strippers." Peter explained.

Rocket nodded at this and took Peter's words into consideration, feeling like a big jerk as he went to find Stellar.

I practically ran with tears in my eyes after hearing Peter and Rocket speak of me in such ways. I knew Peter meant nothing harmful by it, but just hearing their pitying tone on me had made me sick. Rocket's eyes widened as he realized that I'd been listening to the two of them this entire time and quickly ran down to catch up with me.

"Yo Quill!" Rocket called out. "Stellar!"

Rocket groaned in annoyance before picking up his pace until I surprised him by whirling around and glaring at him. Upon seeing my tears, Rocket grew tense as he was unsure of what to do.

"I don't even care anymore! Just go away!"

Rocket looked at me in surprise, because he knew I never yelled at anyone.

"Now hold on, toots! Take it easy! Just...let me explain alright?" Rocket blurted out.

"I'm...I'm not stupid. I know things." I barely whispered.

At this, Rocket froze at my tone before he quickly grabbed my hand, a look of determination on his face as he dragged me with him. We ended up in the lower floor of the Milano, and Rocket forced me to sit down in a chair before pushing another chair to face me.

"Look, sweetheart! I ain't good with this apologizing bullshit, but I am sorry you overheard us." He snapped.

I blinked away more tears and instinctively hid my face behind my hair. Rocket sighed in frustration and tried to get my attention once more before I noticed he was standing on my lap, grabbing my chin as gently as he could while giving me a serious look.

"You're not stupid, Stellar. And...I'm sorry about before. I always thought you were just being coy and playful but...now I know that isn't the case. I should've realized and...and just take the damn apology, okay?" Rocket stammered.

I gave Rocket a small smile before hugging him, and surprisingly enough, he didn't pull away like he normally would.

"I'm sorry too then...for yelling at you just now." I muttered.

After a few minutes of silence, Rocket finally moved back to his chair and sighed before taking a swig out of a flask he'd had on his belt.

"So...what is a stripper?" I asked.

Rocket tensed up and nearly choked on his drink, before swallowing hard and putting the flask away.

"A stripper is...a woman who entertains a man for money. Dancing goes under the category of...entertaining." Rocket chose his words carefully.

Huh...that doesn't sound so bad. Why was Peter so nervous about answering me?

"That doesn't sound so terrible. It kind of sounds like fun." I commented.

Rocket gave me a heated look before quickly looking away from me and pacing around the chair.

"Please please don't say it like that." Rocket whined.

"Why? What did I do?" I pouted.

"Look, I'm just gonna flat out say it alright? Strippers entertain men, but not in the way you're thinking...it's for a...it's for a sexual type of pleasure." Rocket clarified.

At this, I felt my face heat up drastically and averted my gaze from Rocket.

Oh...that's why Peter was so uncomfortable...

"Oh my god...I feel so stupid." I breathed out.

"What the hell did I just tell you?!" Rocket gave me a small glare. "Yer not stupid, damn it! It's okay that you didn't know!"

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

"If you were stupid, I'd make sure to point it out to you." Rocket rolled his eyes.

Gee thanks...

I could tell that Rocket was truly trying to make amends, and that alone made me smile in appreciation.

"Hey...I'm sorry at how...uncomfortable this was for you, but...thanks. For taking the time to talk to me."

I smiled warmly at Rocket, watching how he froze and stared up at me with an indescribable expression. Rocket finally snapped out of his daze and shook his head gently before giving me a teasing smile.

"Not a problem, doll face. I'll see you later. Just don't dance like a stripper until then, okay?" Rocket chuckled.

Rocket winked at me before he left abruptly, not seeing the flustered look on my face as he walked away. I bit my bottom lip as I found myself staring at Rocket.

Why does he make me feel this way?

I know it's not a long one-shot, but it was good enough. Maybe when I'm able to do fanfic with one of my OC's in the movie, I'll add a little more something...I dunno. I hope you enjoyed the story! Let me know and please be nice! My fragile heart cannot take mean reviews! I wouldn't do that shit to you guys!