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Hello fellow assbutts, I'm back and I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I've been y'know not myself lately and I've been busy with high school stuff but I'm back and I will be posting 2 chapters as a peace offering. Stay gold loves <3
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Peter left your bedside, thinking that you didn't need him. Well you didn't need him to help you but you needed him.
"Holy mother of Morgan freeman"
You tried to stand up after being in bed for so long but you weren't expecting the sudden pain shooting up your leg.
The pain slowly fades as you try to walk without falling. You slowly open the door of your room on the Milano causing the hinges so creak.
"Hey Y/N, how are you feeling?"
Peter asks as he descends down the ladder in the Milano.
"Getting better."
You look down, trying to hide the blush that had resulted from him caring about your well being.
"What the hell Is wrong with me? He just asked a simple question, why does he have to be so caring?" Your thought was interrupted by a hand touching your forehead.
Then realizing that the hand was Peters hand, your face instantly heats up.
"Well your fever is almost gone, which is good." Peter gives a friendly smile.
"Oh yeah um we are about 10-15 minutes away from Xandar so if you want to come wit—"
"Yeah sure" you said quickly said as you rushed back to your room.
You flash a quick smile and slammed your door harder than you intended.
YOU ARE READING
Far from Home (Peter Quill/Chris Pratt x reader)
FanfictionYou and Peter Quill have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You were there when his mother passed and you were there when he was taken from earth because you happened to be taken too.
