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sweetaliencheeks · 10 months

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THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

As I stood up from the bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror and ran a limp hand across my the right side of my face. My cheeks were bright red and softly framed by unruly hair that stuck slightly to my forehead, although it was never too hot in Knowhere, it certainly had been hot enough in that room to make me sweat. I stretched out my arms before throwing my t-shirt on, watching as it slid off my shoulder. I pulled it down a little, trying to cover my thighs as much as I could. But even with my clothes now on, I was exposed. My hair was messy, my clothes were wrinkly, and my face was bare, so there was nothing shielding me from his gaze. And maybe that’s why, despite the lack of any possible embellishment and filters, I felt so beautiful. I felt beautiful beneath that gaze, I felt confident and loved, and like nothing could ever get to me. I shifted my stare from myself to the back of the room and smiled at Rocket as he turned around on his chair to face me.

“What are you looking at?” I half laughed, roaming through the bed covers, trying to find the hair tie I once had.

“Nothin’” he replied with a soft sigh. I rolled my eyes before turning my back on my him and carrying on with my search.

“Nothing?” I asked, mimicking his accent.

“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at ya” he replied with a snort. Of course he was allowed, all I wanted was to feel the sweet warmth of his eyes on my body. Not that I’d ever tell him, or that I’d ever let him do so without a little fighting back.

“You’ve looked at me plenty last night” finally giving up on tying my hair, I tried the best I could to comb it out with my fingers, bent over awkwardly in front of the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder. He was still sitting at his desk, going over plans and reading blueprints because after all, we did have to build shelter for all the animals he had rescued. I was startled when music started to play as Rocket plugged in the Zune. I turned around, flashing an upside down smile at the sight of his glasses, I was never going to get used to the fact that he had to wear them.

“That ain’t enough” a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as he extended his hand towards me in a soft motion “Come ‘ere”

“Yes, sir” of course I obliged and walked slowly over to where he was, grabbing his hand the moment I could. He tugged on it to pull me closer and looked up at me, bright eyes analysing every single detail of my face, and then proceeded to kick off his boots and climb on top of his desk. His eyes never left mine as he squeezed my hand and carefully set it on his shoulder, and his hands crept up my hips and settled around my waist. A mix between surprise and pleasure caused a faint gasp to escape my mouth “What are you doing?”

“Dancin’” in my shock and surprise, all I could muster at his answer was a chuckle. I pulled him closer. The situation might have been completely unusual and out of character, but it made every single bit of my body heat up with giddiness.

“Dancing? I thought you only danced on special occasions” steadily, we began to move and falling in step, letting the slow rhythm control our movements. Everything around us had simply vanished. All the noise and people around us dissolved. I could no longer hear the other people in the building or the noises of the everyday life on the streets. There was nothing beside he and I, alone. His brown eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his sweet face.

“Yeah, this ain’t special enough for ya?” he taunted, nodding at the where his hands were set on my waist. I laughed. Uncontrollable waves of heavy feelings surged through my whole body, and my fingers tingled in delight. My hand brushed across his cheek and he grinned, flashing me with a whole set of pointy teeth. I had known and loved Rocket for as long as I could remember my own existence, it was rooted in my soul and in my bones, and I would follow him to lengths he couldn’t even imagine. I loved him on his rainy days, when all he gave me were storms and all I heard was thunder, I loved him on days when I wasn’t even sure that I could love myself. I was his through everything the universe threw at us and now that he was someone else, I was getting to know him again and learning how to love him the way he was now that he finally got to be himself. And it was like falling in love all over again just as easily as I did the first time.

“I mean, as long as I’m with you, I guess” I drew him closer to my chest, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. A jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. My body was acting on its own as we kept moving, it was like there were no chains and no shame to hold me back from this pure paradise.

“Do ya wanna make it special?” again, he looked up at me. His voice was airy and raspy, and my stomach was aching and my head was spinning. It was almost intoxicating to be in that moment.

“Are you proposing?” I chortled at my own question “This is good enough for me, you know?” I added, before planting a small kiss on his forehead. He laid his head on my chest, and we continued to dance, completely lost in the music that I never wanted to stop.

“Proposing? Yeah, right. Keep dreamin’” he snickered softly against my sternum before pulling away just enough to wipe the stray hairs away from my face, the warmth of his gaze seemed to penetrate my skin “But I do love ya”

“Oh, you’re gonna drop it just like that?” my breath was hitched in my throat, heart drumming so loud in my ears that I could barely hear the music. Rocket buried his face on my neck “Do you mean it?”

“Nah, just said it to make ya happy” he mumbled, I could feel his hot breath and his lips moving on my neck as he spoke. I playfully rolled my eyes and pressed my cheek against the top of his head, a moment of truly crushing happiness.

“You do know how to be romantic” my lips were on his ear as I whispered ever so softly.

“Shut up” he brought his head up from underneath my hair and opened his eyes before removing his glasses and folding them neatly to set them aside. He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his muzzle against my cheek, and I lifted my hand to brush it against his face. I loved him so dearly that no words could ever express it, so I decided that it was the moment to use my actions instead. I planted my lips on his and wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and he held me tighter as the kiss continued. We kissed once, and twice, and again. Rocket and I were different songs, we had always been. He sounded like the blues we had been dancing to and he sounded like a funky 80s song, he was an acquired taste and he was misunderstood, but he was unique. On the other hand, I was pop and country. I was easy on the ears but I was sweetly broken, a ghost of kindness that people never listened to deeper than what was in front of them. But I had so much more to offer. And I understood Rocket, and he took all that I had to give. And quite frankly, it didn’t really matter what kind of music we were or what music we listened to, or that we had been dancing to static for a while, because he was the only song I needed to keep dancing.

So I wrote this based on the request by the lovely @radanian & I once again, made it longer than it had to be… But I hope it’s as you expected it would be and I hope you all enjoy it 🤍 I’m a dancer, but only when I’m drunk or with people I’m really comfortable with (although those are two VERY different dance styles lmao), I think it’s important for us to know that there is a dancer in everyone, we just gotta give them the time to heal and let them out. The song here is “It’s Been a Long, along Time” by Harry James & His Orchestra.

I’m also tagging @cosmic-lavender because you were quite excited to read it, so I hope you like it, too 🤍

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve got loads of stuff in my drafts and have been writing non stop for days now, I’m very excited to share it all with you! I love you all and remember that you matter, and that I am forever grateful to every single one of you for all the likes, reblogs, comments and messages. You’re the best x

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Gamer’s rage; Rocket raccoon x gn! reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is a combined request for an anon and @itsscromp but first I must apologize because I no ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about video games, I did some minor research for Call of Duty so if there are any COD fans out there and I’ve f-ed it up about what the first game does, I’m sorry because I’ve never played it and nor any real video games for that matter (my last video game was Bratz Rock Angels).

Not really any warnings just gamer rage, swearing, and gun violence (both video game and in the story. C’mon it’s Rocket guys what’d you expect?)

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@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@austynparksandpizza

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Rocket and I sat a few feet apart from each other but refused to look at the other while Peter was pacing in front of us and the rest of the Guardians were scattered throughout the ship.

“Okay, can you please tell me why the hell the ship looks like a bomb went off in the southern deck?”

“As him!” I snapped.

“Ask me! You’re the one who had the blasters in your hand!” Rocket yelled at me.

“Well I wasn’t the one who threw the actual bomb!”

“Well how else was I gonna stop you from acting like a psycho!”

“You know what?!”

“What!?”

“ALRIGHT ENOUGH!!” Peter screamed at us to stop. “I don’t care who started it or who used what, I just want to know why the hell you guys blew up my ship!?”

“I am Groot.” Said Groot.

“Wait what?” Peter asked.

“I am Groot.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Said Rocket. I laughed sarcastically as Rocket snarled at me baring his teeth.

“I let you take one round and then when I start winning, you go ballistic!”

“Oh bull!”

“Hold on, you mean to tell me the reason you guys nearly destroyed my ship and aren’t speaking to each other is over a stupid video game?!”

“Not just any game Quill, it was a battle for one’s right to destroy the villainous monsters that were the pansies.” Drax said in awe.

“Nazis, Drax. They were called Nazis.” I corrected him.

“Like the ones Steve fought.” Mantis added.

“Well he mostly fought off Hydra officers but I guess they’re the same thing. They were both douchebags of history.” I said. I guess you’re wondering just what the hell is going on, well let me take you back to how this whole mess began.

*Flashback*

On our base at Nowhere I was going through the itinerary supplies for the Nowhere Trading Company (or NTC as I called it). I was going through the black market goods we managed to swipe from some pirates just 4 quadrants from reaching Xandar’s atmosphere.

I opened up the crate and looked inside to see that it was filled with some classic video games back on Earth.

“Holy shit.” I reached in and grabbed a Spyro the Dragon (yep the first ever Spyro game). “God I hadn’t seen this game since I was a kid.” I continued to dig through and found Crash Bandicoot: The Huge Adventure. “Oh my god, they got almost everything in here.”

The first Mass effect games, the original Super Mario Bros, Mario cart, Sonic the Hedgehog, but I let out a gasp as I quickly dug through the games and pulled out my all time favorite game and felt my arms shaking with excitement.

I ran across Nowhere with the game in my bag, I just had to find him there’s no way he’d ever refuse a game like this.

“Rocket! Rocket! Yo Rocket answer me! Rocket! ROCKET!!”

“Geez I’m right here what’d you blow a gasket or something kid?” Rocket said. I quickly turned to see him remodeling one of the buildings into our storage units, he lifted his goggles over his head and set the blow torch down. I bounded on the balls of my feet excitedly. “You sure you don’t need to use the bathroom kid?”

“You’re not gonna believe what I found.” I sung out. He sighed and came down from the building and walked up to me.

“Alright I’ll bite. What’d you find?” I reached into my bag and handed him the game still bouncing excitedly. “Call of Duty?”

“The first Call of Duty game ever made. No other game could beat out the overrated game that is Halo but this game doubled not only in sale ratings but graphics and story as well.”

“It’s another mind-numbing game. I swear you and Groot are cut from the same cloth when it comes to video games.”

“Come on! I’ve got a feeling you’re really gonna like this one.”

“Not interested, now if you don’t mind I gotta get back to work before Quill gets on my back about finishing this storage unit.” He handed me the case back and climbed back up the stairs. That’s when I said.

“You get to shot at people and blow things up.” He stopped midway up the stairs and turned back to me and said lowly.

“I’m listening.”

“Like Halo, this is a first person shooter game. That’s when you become the character, not just you controlling a character like most video games are. And this takes place during a real life war that happened in my world, the one that Captain Rogers fought in, and you get to shot and kill all the Nazi soldiers you want.”

“What about the blowing things up? You said I could do that right?”

“Oh yeah. Trust me Rocket, this was the first Mature rated game I played at my friend’s house and my god did we blow some shit up.”

“Well screw Quill then! If he wants this storage unit done, he can do it himself. Now uhh—how do we play this thing exactly?”

“There’s gotta be a game station in one of the other boxes where I found this along with a bunch of other games. C’mon.” we raced back to my station and we looked through a couple of more crates until Rocket game across the one that was filled with a bunch of various gaming stations. “Ah-ha! Here it is, PlayStation. Just what we need!”

“Think I might have the perfect place for that.” I followed Rocket back to our ship and that’s where we had set up the game console in the Southern levels of the ship where we had all the monitors and TV/Radio transmitters.

Rocket hooked up the PlayStation to the monitors and after a few switches and wire sparks (better not to ask about that part), once I turned on the game the PlayStation opening rang off and showed off its logo.

“Oh yeah! Alright Rocket hop and squat and prepare to get your virtual ass kicked.”

“Please, I’ve been firing guns since you were in diapers.” He said as he grabbed his controller and I took mine and went through the menu to choose our battlefield.

“Well shooting people in real life vs. virtual works a little differently. But I’ll take that bet there Rocket.” Once the menu showed our options and the title card of the game, I selected my character while Rocket chose his. Next I chose our mission and once we were ready, I scrolled down to the BEGIN MISSION option and the screen went black as it began to load.

The first round of our mission obviously I won but it gave Rocket a chance to learn the ropes of the game and how it worked. So when the next round came in, he got the upper hand and killed me.

“Alright kid, final round is mine for the taking!” Rocket exclaimed.

“Don’t get cocky Rocket just cause you won this round.”

“Please I got this game in the bag.” He selected our final mission and we began our mission. Guns were fired and each side of our screens went red with blood until I came out on top and won the final round. “WHAT THE—”

“HA! In your face Rocket! I am the winner! I am the winner!” I said doing my little victory dance.

“No fair you cheated!”

“Yeah right you just can’t admit that when it comes to virtual shooting you suck at it.”

“I’ll show you who sucks at shooting!” he soon pulled out his gun and fired a warning shot right at me. I flipped over the shot and ducked down.

“What the fuck man!”

“You wanna say I suck again!? Go ahead and say it.” He challenged me. I took out my own gun and fired it at him as he jumped out of the way.

“Warning shot. Next one wont miss.” I warned him.

“You better hope not.” Next thing I knew, the two of us were shooting at each other trying to kill the other, throwing insults at the other for a terrible shot.

Which leads us back to the present.

*Flashback ends*

At the end of our story, Peter pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head disappointedly.

“So can you tell a certain Terran that they’re an arrogant asshole and shouldn’t mess with a true professional?” Rocket said.

“Only if a certain rodent knows that real life shooting and virtual shooting aren’t the same. And that they’re a sore loser and should just suck it up and put on his bog boy pants and accept that someone else can be as good as he is.”

“Like I’d ever admit that!”

“You know you are such a pest you know that!?” I snapped.

“Takes one to know one don’t you think Flea!?”

“I told you to never call me that again!”

“I’ll call yah whatever I want and right now you’re a flea!” I roared as I pounced on him and the two of us began to rumble with each other. Growling and screaming at each other until Peter forced us apart.

“ALRIGHT! I’M CALLING A TIME OUT!!”

“No Quill. I was placing all my money on (Y/n) to win.” Drax said.

“Drax what have we said about placing bets on each other to die whenever a fight breaks out?” Peter said.

“You really suck the joy out of everything. Groot do not take my money, the bet is on halt.”

“I am Groot.”

“After these two, I’m having a talk with the both of you.” Quill released us and began his reprimanding. “You two wanna act like children? Okay then. Go to your room and I don’t wanna see the two of you until you learn to make up and be friends again.”

“As if.” We both said as he still refused to look at each other.

“If not I could always use some target practice dummies.” Nebula suggested.

“We’re not dummies!” we both exclaimed.

“Then it’s your choice. An hour or so in isolation together, or one of you is going to be holding this on top of your heads.” She pulled out a crushed piece of tin and held it out to us. With no other choice we grumbled as we walked away. Shoving each other nonchalantly as we grumbled insults at one another.

*3rd Person POV*

“Ugh I swear those two. Being as good friends as they are, when they fight oh god. It’s literally like trying to separate two dogs who want to kill each other. But thanks for that reverse psychology move on them Nebula, I appreciate it.”

“That wasn’t a psychological move.” She said. Everyone went silent before one by one each decided they needed to be somewhere other than where they were right at that moment.

*My POV*

One bad thing about sharing a room with your (ex) best friend, is having an intense argument and having to be in that same room with your (ex) best friend. Rocket and I sat back to back of each other with our arms crossed and a permanent scowl on our faces in dead silence. The air so think with our anger it could be cut with a knife. But after a while of cooling down, I uncrossed my arms and said.

“I’ve heard how the video games have turned people crazy, but I didn’t think it’d ever happen to me.”

“So you finally admit it?”

“What I’m trying to say asshole, is that I don’t want our lifelong friendship to end over something so stupid. We were both in the wrong.”

“Yeah. Guess you’re right kid.” Finally we turned and looked at each other and I said to him.

“Maybe it was better I didn’t find those stupid games.”

“Now don’t go blaming yourself kid. You were hit with uhh—what did you call it again, nausea?”

“Nostalgia.”

“Right yeah that. Hell if I had a life like yours before I was made, I’d be doing the same thing.”

“I’m sorry Rocket, for nearly trying to shoot your brains out.”

“And I’m sorry (Y/n). For calling yah flea and for…..being a sore loser.” We smiled softly at each other before I hugged him. He tensed up at first but relaxed and I felt his arms wrap around me.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Rocket: could that douche actually create a perfect society?

Y/N: nah. An imperfect being can’t create perfection. It’s unobtainable

Adam: so a perfect being, like me, could?

Y/N: sorry Warlock. You’re a perfect specimen. There’s a difference.

Cosmo: did you just compliment and insult someone at the same time?

Rocket: that’s an art form im dying to learn! (Laughs)

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #rocket and groot #rocket raccoon imagine #rocket racoon x reader #adam warlock #will poulter #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg imagine #gotg vol 3 #gotg #rocket gotg

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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You know that fic where Rocket only let's y/n pet him? I NEED MORE ITS SO CUTE. Can you do them cuddling in he living room or common room amd falling asleep then the other guardians walk in and catch them?

I'm on a roll today

"its not a regular thing," Rocket whispers.

You scoff, peering down at the raccoon leaning against your chest, your hand playing with his.

"Of course," You press a kiss to the spot behind his ear. His claws gently scratching against your palm and fingers.

You're reclined in the deep living room sofa, one leg propped up on the coffee table and the other hanging off the couch. Rocket found you on his way to bed, and curled up in your lap. You pulled a thin blanket over the two of you, snuggling him close.

Slowly drifting through space, wrapped up, warm and snugly, with each other, you both fall asleep.

You both miss the sweet smile from Gamora and Mantis, the chuckle from Drax and the scoff from Quill.

But not to worry, Nebula took a lot of photos.

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tchopeta · 11 months

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Kiss (HumanRocket x You)

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Pairing : Human Rocket x reader

Summary : You’re enjoying yourself at a party on Knowhere until you meet this really handsome guy over there and-... wait... is that Rocket...?

Words : 785

(English is not my first language... I hope you will enjoy it anyway ! :))

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The lively atmosphere of Knowhere's bustling party filled the air, with alien species from all corners of the galaxy gathered to celebrate. Music blasted from the speakers, and vibrant lights danced across the room. Amidst the revelry, Rocket found himself standing at the bar, nursing a drink and observing the crowd.

Unbeknownst to him, a cosmic anomaly had temporarily transformed him into a human for a few hours. His raccoon features were replaced by a handsome face with tousled brown hair, and his furry body was now lean and muscular. Dressed in a stylish jacket and jeans, he blended in seamlessly with the human revelers.

As you made your way through the crowd, your eyes fell upon the intriguing stranger at the bar. You couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. His rugged charm and mischievous glint in his eyes were captivating, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

You sidled up to the bar next to the transformed Rocket, flashing him a flirtatious smile. "Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?"

Rocket smirked, finding it amusing to be on the receiving end of yours advances for once. "Be my guest, gorgeous. The more, the merrier."

As you chatted, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something oddly familiar about this stranger. His voice had a hint of the snarkiness you had come to associate with Rocket, but his appearance threw you off.

Curiosity piqued, you leaned closer, studying him intently. "You know, you remind me of someone I know. A... raccoon, actually."

Rocket raised an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, do I now? And what's this raccoon's name?"

Your eyes widened in realization, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. "Rocket! It's you, isn't it?"

Rocket chuckled, his human face breaking into a grin. "Bingo. You finally caught on, Y/N."

Your expression shifted from surprise to amusement. "Well, I've got to admit, you clean up nicely. And I never thought I'd say this, but you make a pretty handsome human."

He feigned offense, playfully nudging your shoulder. "Hey, watch it. I'm always handsome, no matter the form."

You laughed, the sound ringing through the crowded bar. "Well, I must say, I'm finding myself rather attracted to this human version of you. Who knew?"

Rocket's grin widened, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his eyes. "Maybe I should stay like this permanently, huh? Would save me a lot of trouble."

Your voice softened as you reached out to gently touch his arm. "No, Rocket. You're perfect just the way you are. Fur and all."

Your eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around you faded into the background. The connection you shared transcended physical appearances. Whether human or raccoon, you bond remained unbreakable.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, your attraction to the transformed Rocket grew stronger. The pulsating music, the dimmed lights, and the intoxicating atmosphere seemed to fuel your chemistry. Amidst the vibrant chaos of the bar, you and Rocket found yourselves drawn closer together, your bodies leaning in as you shared whispered conversations and laughter. The line between friendship and something more began to blur, your inhibitions lowered by the alcohol.

You leaned in closer to Rocket, your eyes shining with a mix of desire and mischief. The music thumped in the background, providing a pulsating rhythm to your moment.

With a daring smile, you closed the distance between you two and pressed your lips against his, capturing him in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to spin around you as the crowd faded into a blur, leaving only the heat of the moment between you.

The kiss was electric, a fusion of longing, curiosity, and unspoken emotions. Rocket's initial surprise gave way to reciprocation, his hand instinctively finding its place on the small of your back, drawing you even closer. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the intoxicating moment.

Your lips finally parted, leaving you both breathless and wide-eyed with a mix of astonishment and exhilaration. The realization of what had just transpired settled in, and your cheeks flushed with a combination of excitement and self-awareness.

Rocket, his voice laced with a touch of huskiness, spoke softly, "Well, that was unexpected."

Your eyes still locked with his, you managed a playful yet nervous smile. "I guess I got carried away. Blame it on the drinks. "

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Hey, no complaints here. You've got good taste."

Your cheeks flushed again, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coloring your features. "Well, I guess I can't resist your charms, human or not."

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raccoonfallsharder · 1 month

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˚₊‧✶ headcanon 20 ✶‧₊˚

comics-rocket raccoon has eclectic cinematic tastes.

you'd think a guy like that would be all about the action and heist movies, but they actually annoy him to the point of fury. imagine skottie young's rocket waving rageful fists while he screws up his furry face and bellows cursewords at the screen, crimson eyes gleaming and teeth flashing.

they're so flarkin' impractical, he tells you later, mournfully, cradling his second six-pack of acanti blubber ale against his chest. i'd do it so much better.

ewing's rocket is too serious and cynical to allow himself to be seen enjoying movies, but you're suspicious. He always seems to have something to work on in the common room when drax is watching his intergalactic soap operas and his very-earther k-dramas. you're pretty sure you once saw him dismantle and rebuild an ion blaster four times in one sitting just so he wouldn't miss the end of romance is a bonus book.

he never acknowledges the screen and if you'd asked him to tell you about what you'd missed in today's episode of drax's current favorite historical love story, the missing princess of zen-whoberi, rocket would probably just stare at you blankly and tell you he didn't have a frutackin' clue what you were talking about.

but he knows. you know he knows.

mcu rocket? well. like many of his space-faring contemporaries—

he just frickin' hates actors.

they're liars, he reasons. pretending to be something they're not. and worse. kevin bacon's not too bad, but rocket only has a soft spot for him because he met the guy personally, and kb had apologized for the raccoon-comment. you try to repackage the idea to rocket: actors aren't liars, you say to him. they're story-tellers.

but the idea of a fiction that isn't a lie is hard to sell. and games of pretend are dangerous.

you eventually get him to settle into your living room for some reality television, which you remind him is still cut and clipped and manipulated to represent something that is only perhaps marginally-true. he snickers and makes rude comments the whole time, but seems to enjoy it — falling asleep curled around the enormous bowl of popcorn you'd made to sustain him while he binged the latest season of love is blind.

eventually, he shows a willingness to try to watch some other things with you. he's distrustful at first, but after some time, you catch him sniffling during certain scenes, and on the edge of his seat in others. like his skottie young counterpart, he's not a big fan of action and heist movies, always rolling his eyes with annoyance. he finds space-comedy to be boring as hell, staring flat-eyed at the screen — but serious space-dramas are hysterical to him. he cackles through every star wars movie and is literally crying with laughter during jupiter ascending and rebel moon. perhaps unsurprisingly, it's the documentaries he loves: nature and culture and pyramid schemes, though he's always mumbling about how frickin' primitive terrans are. he's also weirdly into slow, pensive coming-of-age dramas, which had surprised you until you'd realized that rocket's transition into adulthood must have been something far more traumatic than you could ever dream.

one more thing you've noticed about his viewing habits — he's got no taste for horror. when you mention it, he tells you that there are too many monsters out there to watch more of them in here.

except for michael flanaghan's fall of the house of usher, which rocket has watched in-full at least three times — possibly more often, because you're pretty sure he's hacked your netflix account and is watching stuff from space when you're not around. and you're not sure why he keeps watching it, when it makes him so damn morose afterward.

wish there was justice like that in the universe, he only mutters when you ask.

it's a haunting little curl of sound, coming from his mouth. so you don't press it — just hand him tonight's bowl of popcorn, studded with m&ms, and wrap the blanket around the both of you together.

find more headcanons & imagines here

i had to take a break from pompt week i'm sorry! the bite prompt is killing me. i rewrote it fifty-seven times (well, five) so i'm just gonna give myself a day or two to come back at it with fresh eyes. in the meantime please have this kinda depressing headcanon as a peace offering

also now i just gave myself the idea for a oneshot of rocket as a - participant? player? - on love is blind sooooo that might happen. eventually. i currently have too many ideas and not enough time.

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love-for-faeries-go-burrrr · 9 months

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Confessions of a Raccoon & a Princess

Warning? Fluff? Just started kinda getting back into writing if you’d be so kind to let me know what you think <3

Day 36

Rose lifted the dress from Rocket’s hands. Eyeing the intricate detail in the stitching, he had used parts of her old dress and combined it with armor. Rose implored to Rocket that if he ever made her any kind of armor, that she adores dresses so she understood if Rocket never made her anything.

But here she was, holding this soft white dress, the torso had a soft and flexible metal under it.

“So…yeah….it’s fireproof, bulletproof, can handle a extreme amount of electri-” the raccoon started before he was taken aback from warm hands around him hugging him tight. Rocket paused, not used to the physical touch.

Rose had only been with the guardians for a short period of time. Running away from her home planet and just by luck meeting the guardians one day on a mission. The guardians had been formed not too long ago. Rocket would be a liar if he said he didn’t find Rose attractive.

Rocket didn’t hug back and let out a fake cough as he felt the hands leave his body. “Thank you, Rocket…this…this is the kindest thing someone has done for me in a long time.” Rose said with a beaming smile then she had a smirk as she ran towards the bathroom.

Rocket’s hands found his way to his pockets.

I should’ve pushed her away…I ain’t a hugger. Rocket thought to himself as he moved back to his desk to go back to working on his little trinkets. But his thoughts were interrupted when Rose ran back into the room, striking a pose, “What do you think?” She said looking at the careful stitching and beautiful way the dress hugged her body.

Fuck. She’s hot.

“White.” Rocket muttered to himself looking back at his trinkets after he let his eyes linger a little too long on Rose’s body. Rose’s head tilted to the side as she wondered what Rocket meant. As if Rocket was a mind reader, “it’s your color” he said with a small smile to himself as he found his hands towards a trinket and needed to keep his eyes on something else.

Rose beamed, multiple thank you’s, before she ran to go show the other guardians the kind gesture Rocket did for her. The smirk Peter had on his face when he saw what Rocket did for Rose said everything.

Day 605

The sounds of the wedding cheers and celebrations filled the air. Rocket stood on a seat at the bar in his blue tuxedo, specifically requested by Rose that he wear blue to the tailors. A cousin of Rose’s was getting married, and the cousin requested the Guardians of the Galaxy, in which now Rose and Mantis were apart of to attend as special guests.

Rocket watched as Drax and a now estimated to be 8-9 in human years Groot joked together with party guests. Peter was waltzing with Gamora on the floor after he practically begged her to dance with him in public. Mantis was talking to wedding guests and loving being around creatures with antennas like her.

Rocket’s eyes started to scan the room, he was looking for a certain someone. His eyes flickered quickly though when he couldn’t see where she went. That’s when he eyed an opening to a balcony, he had known Rose long enough to know where she would go.

Silence filled the ear when he closed the door to the balcony, seeing Rose with her eyes closed and taking deep breaths. “Hey…you good?” Rocket asked as he climbed up the balcony and sat next to Rose, who’s upper body was pressed forward as she rested against it.

Rose smiled to herself when Rocket sat close to her, still not opening her eyes she answered “Yeah. I just didn’t want to steal any of the spot light” she said rather bluntly. Rocket knew what Rose meant, Rose had this aura around her where people gravitated towards her, people adored her and would constantly ask to dance with her.

Rocket knew because deep down he was one of those people. His eyes always made his way to Rose even when he didn’t realize it. Him and Rose had been friends for a while, the other Guardians teased they should get together and although Rocket liked the idea, but there was always a little voice telling him he wasn’t good enough for her.

Rocket was going to remark about how Rose loved to dance and she should go back in there and dance with someone. But here he was, and here was she, them, alone.

Although there was a beautiful scenery below, Rocket couldn’t help but stare at the faerie next to him. “Rose…” he said barely a whisper. Rose’s eyes finally fluttered forward, her body shifted as she still leaned against the balcony but now faced Rocket more than the scenery below.

Rocket’s eyes flickered up and down, taking in this mental imagine of Rose. The black flower crown on her head, the black dress hugging all her curves. You would steal all the attention. Rocket thought to himself. She had stolen all his attention. Earlier that day when Rose stood by her cousin, being the maid of honor Rose stood there as the wedding nuptials took place.

The whole wedding Rocket just watched Rose, her eyes never flickered towards him or anyone for that matter, Rocket had heard the whispers that Rose requested a black dress so people’s eyes were not drawn to her. Yet the opposite took place….at least for Rocket.

Rose knew Rocket was checking her out, little did he know she was doing the same thing. She had in a way been avoiding him the whole night, she requested Rocket have a dark blue tuxedo made for him, yet she didn’t think he’d look so delicious in it.

Rocket paused as he didn’t know what to say, confess he had liked her, maybe even loved her? If she rejected him only they would know, but he couldn’t live with that. He couldn’t share a room with her and Groot and still look her in the eye, and… and what if she pitied him?

Rocket’s eyes shifted back to the scenery below, avoiding the emerald green eyes that were lingering on his figure. “What are we?” He asked, seeming like time had frozen. The question had caught Rose off guard too.

Rose took a small gulp, as she shifted her eyes to the scenery below too. She had been asking herself the same thing for a long time now. She knew deep down she loved him, Peter had been a big supporter of them getting together for a while now, Mantis constantly placing a hand on Rose’s forearm and confirming Rose’s own emotions. She had heard Drax joking to Rocket that there’s no way he ever had a chance with her, but on some occasions saying maybe Rose does have a thing for him.

She remembered training with Gamora, the sweats and cuts that took place, Rose’s mind somewhere else. “What are you thinking about?” Gamora asked as she was gaining the upper hand in their training session. “Do you think…” Rose paused and pulled away from Gamora. Rose started again. “Rocket and I?” Rose said questionably as her brows furrowed. Rose respected Gamora, she truly wanted to become as a good of a fighter as her, her stoic nature, all of it.

“You know. I’ve seen all types of different relationships across the universe. If you’re asking what I think you’re asking. I don’t think your relationship would be that strange.” Gamora said with a small smile toward the end. Gamora reached forward and squeezed Rose’s shoulder lightly before leaving.

Rose reached a hand out and placed it gently on Rocket’s shoulder, he tensed at the touch, unsure how this was going to proceed. Rose carefully pulled Rocket close to her, their faces only inches apart, although Rocket was tense he didn’t fight her advances.

“Blue.” She whispered as her hand caressed Rocket’s cheek, she giggled whenever Rocket’s face changed from worried to confused.

“It’s your color”

Inspired by art below by: Lydway on DA of my character Rose

#rocket raccoon #Rocket racoon x oc #gotg fanfiction #gotg imagine #GOTG oc

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ellohcee · 8 months

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Please stop please say sike right now

#this is not what i needed in my life tonight or any other night #god no #can you imagine how daxter will look??#orange rocket racoon lookin shit OH GOD

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creamyaguacate · 6 months

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No cause what if I made a rocket raccoon x reader Human AU where they get turned into humans for some reason and they fall in love during the process of turning back into their original form.

...Nah I just need a excuse to write for Bradley Cooper💀💀💀

#rocket racoon x reader #gotg x reader #rocket x reader #YES I IMAGINE ROCKET IS HIM AS HUMAN #HES BEAUTIFUL #am i sad he might be dating gigi hadid maybe #but a girl can dream

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sweetlovingfictionals · 8 months

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Is rocket raccoon your favorite halfworlder?

Mmmhm! Rocket’s the main one I grew up on! Ever since I’ve seen him in Guardians of the Galaxy Tell Tale game I was introduced to him, and honestly I love how snarky yet passionate he can be. My only gripe about Rocket is he’s never written CONSISTENTLY. He’s either A. A jackass with no emotion or B. A whiny baby who quits the team everytime something gets hard and it annoys me to no end. Rockets tougher then that? I mean he’s escaped a dozen prisons, literally was a bounty hunter for years, and not only that but he’s able tk make friends (being groot and Blackjack O’Hare. Still love his comics design because the thighs mannnn

But in all seriousness I’m glad he’s being shipped with Lylla. He deserves it.

#imagines.#selfshipping #self ship #selfship #self insert x canon #oc x canon #canon x oc #self insert #self shipping #ocxcanon #rocket racoon #Rocket marvel #marvel #s/i x canon #Two tragic subjects (Rocket x Mika)

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ohfugecannada · 11 months

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I really wanted to do a deep dive into how unhinged the very first Rocket Racoon miniseries by Bill Mantlo and Mike Mignola was, but I’ll just let the first 4 pages speak for themselves;

#marvel #rocket racoon #gotg rocket #comics #mike mignola #bill mantlo #guardian of the keystone quadrant #1980s comics #1980s #comics out of context #out of context comic panels #I have fond memories of picking up this omnibus pocket book at a comic shop in 2014 #it’s so delightfully nuts and it took me a very long time to realise it was probably on purpose #Mantlo and mignola took an already ridiculous chracter and gave him the most ridiculous and unhinged lore imaginable #and also made the art go hard for no reason

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sweetaliencheeks · 2 years

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THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE

Flowers cascaded from the arch, leaves and branches dancing softly with the breeze that blew through them and filled the air with sounds of calming rustling. All I could smell was a sweet mix of the natural decorations and the beautiful cake on the table a few meters behind me. I smiled through my teary eyes and rubbed my damp hands against the fabric of my clothes. Rounds of chairs stood on both sides of the long white carpet that led from the entrance to where the ceremony would take place, underneath a clear spring sky and surrounded by huge trees. Try as I may, I couldn’t find a single flaw on the whole scene. All our friends were there, laughing loudly as they shared hors-d’œuvres and ludicrous stories. I looked down at my hands and a fresh new tear pooled at the corner of my eye. Everything was immaculate. Even the petals scattered on the ground seemed to have been placed there one by one, as if to make sure that there wouldn’t be neither too many or not enough. It was perfect. In a final attempt to get myself together before he stepped out, I looked up and allowed my gaze to sit on a single white lilly. It was literally a dream come true. One of those awful ones where you want to run from something but you’re knee deep buried in sand and your lungs are full of frozen air. I was anchored to my chair. Glossy eyes staring into the void as I tried not to focus too much on the sickly scents that surrounded me. The drinks I had recklessly downed at the reception had gotten me more sick than drunk, and the smell of sugar and sheer happiness was making me drowsy. I was slowly drowning in the happy chatter and soft music and there was no way for me to get out. It was everything I had ever dreamed of, everything I had fantasised about but would never admit to. The peaceful venue, the people I loved the most, my favourite flowers, even the cake with the same flavour as the infinite ones I had baked for him. Only one thing was off. I wasn’t where I was meant to be. I wasn’t wearing the perfect attire, or holding flowers, or making my way to him. I was there, on a hard wooden chair, among the other guests. As the doors behind me opened and the pain became more and more asphyxiating, I finally mustered up the strength to get up and run before he could see me.

“Hey" even amidst the commotion going on outside, I could recognise his voice and for the first time in all the years that I had known him, it didn’t bring me comfort or giddiness, instead, it brought me a punch to the stomach and a sens of emptiness that I had never experienced before. It was going to be embarrassing and impossible for me to leave that bathroom stall without him noticing that I had thrown up everything I had just drank while ugly crying for the past half hour with my head in the toilet. And knowing him, there was no point on waiting for him to leave, because he wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

“Hey, Rocky” I said with the least trembling voice I could come up with as I stormed out straight to the sink without even looking down at him. I figured that if I pushed past him and aimed straight to the sink to get some water on my face, he wouldn’t notice the tears and the makeup stains “Sorry I left like that, I get really emotional at weddings” a nervous chuckle rumbled in my chest. The way I couldn’t even look at him without tears instantly popping in my eyes again was making it very difficult to pretend to be happy for him.

“Eh, dont worry about that” Rocket leaned against the wall next to where I was standing, arms crossed nonchalantly over his chest “Didn’t miss out on anythin’, I didn’t do it”

“What?” I blinked rapidly, confusion forcefully taking over any feeling of hope his words could have given me. I might have been hearing things.

“Are ya deaf? I said I didn’t do it" an incredulous silent gasp escaped my lips before I let myself slide down against the cold white tiles until I was sitting on the floor.

“Why didn’t you though? I mean, you’ve been looking for her for years” he took the small white handkerchief that had been neatly folded in the pocket over his chest and handed it to me “I thought you would be thrilled to finally have her back”

“That’s the thing. I haven’t seen her in years, ain’t no way this was gonna work” he chuckled, and although it seemed like he was genuinely okay with the whole situation his voice still came out choked up. I didn’t know whether to comfort him and tell him to think about it, or to take the chance and put a stop to all that madness.

“Sounds like advice I should have given you before you went through with this whole thing, huh?” he just shrugged at my pathetic attempt at lightning the mood “So what now?”

“Don’t know, and don’t care” he pulled a face when I handed the handkerchief back to him, now damp with tears and snot, and set it on the floor before sitting down next to me.

“I see…” I looked at him through the corner of my eye, he looked just like what he looked like in my dreams and fantasies, only there he didn’t look so lost “Mind if I ask what made you change your mind?”

“Your ugly mug” as what he said began to sink in, my eyes widened and my jaw fell open “I’m you and my face is all red and puffy because I cry too much at weddings” he mocked me, rubbing his eyes with his fists and fake crying in a high pitched voice. I couldn’t be mad at him, Rocket couldn’t decipher his own emotions, let alone understand mine.

“Hilarious”

“Come on, who cries like that?”

“Someone with regrets, I guess” with a sigh, I adjusted my sitting position to face towards him a little more and nudged his arm with mine “At least my ugly face helped you change your mind”

“You regret that your mom dropped ya on your face?”

“You’re unbearable, I’m serious” in a short spur of frustration, I rubbed my temples and ran my right hand through my hair “It’s unreal how fucking stupid you are” he rose to his feet, teeth bared and ears flat against his head, ready to object “Listen, I left because I couldn’t bear to see it be officialised. I couldn’t stand to see you kiss her again” I looked up at the plain white ceiling “I blew my chances over and over again over the years, but it would have been the final proof that we really were through and I couldn’t stand to know that I’d have to die with all the things I have never had the guts to tell you”

“Are ya serious right now?” I could tell he was sceptical of my words by the way his came out. I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or angry or both, but either way, I didn’t understand why telling him that I didn’t want to lose him made him feel that way.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Ya look like you’re lying” staring right at my face, the coldness of his tone made my heart tighten “How could a hummie ever like some….” his gaze dropped to the floor and he looked like someone else. All of a sudden, I saw him in a light that I had never seen him before. He was broken. I had seen him angry and upset before, I had seen him question himself. But not like that. Not without a weapon over his shoulder or a grin at the corner of his mouth, not in a suit and with a voice crack away from bursting into a sob “Some monster like me?”

“You think you’re a monster?” with a slight raise of my voice, I turned fully towards him “You think monsters will pretend not to be hungry so their partner will eat? You think monsters hum songs under their breaths while they work and keep jamming their partners’ guns on purpose just so they keep coming back to get them fixed? Or feel the need to come seek comfort on their beds and leave before the sun comes up after a nightmare? Monsters don’t laugh or sing or love, Rocket. You are most definitely not a monster” I couldn’t help but cry, only this time it was out of frustration. Worse than the possibility of him not loving me back, was the idea of him hating himself for being something that he wasn’t.

“I didn’t do any of that, quit flattering yourself” he plopped back next to me, wiping his face on the sleeve of his jacket.

“You did, and I enjoyed having to come back to you every time and watch you work” my voice instantly softened and a small smile made its way to my lips “Just like I enjoyed having you near me at night” my eyes fell on his hand as I mustered the courage to grab it “I just wish you had spoken to me about it, I could have helped you” as my hand made his way to his, he pulled away “I’m not letting you leave again” I sighed “So you’re gonna have to listen to me” I used the hem of my dress to soak the tears from my cheeks “Yes, we’re different and yes, you fit in so much better with her. I can’t take that from you. Like I can’t take away your insecurities and your fears and your pain, and all that rage and bottled up feelings that you have, but I can help you through it. I will keep looking after you like I always have”.

“But why would ya wanna do that? There’s gotta be some other stupid hummie roaming around in the galaxy with a stupid beard and dirty ship looking for someone just like ya” he stood up again, his claws tapping rapidly against the cold floor as he paced frantically in front of me.

“Well, let them keep looking”

“Why are ya so damn stubborn?” he was now yelling at my face, but I was used to yelling matches and balanced myself on my knees to get closer to him.

“Because you won’t let me love you” I yelled back “I love you and nothing you can say will ever change that, so get used to it because I’m not giving up on you. I love you so much that I came to your stupid wedding and sat there for hours waiting to just finally see you happy” almost out of instinct, my hands traveled up to each side of his face, cupping his cheeks as I used my thumbs to softly wipe the tears off his fur “I was going to love you my whole life in silence if you had married Lyla” my throat felt tight and the only sound I could hear now was my own heart pounding in my ears “Now that I got a second chance, let me love you out loud” he looked down at my lap and then up into my eyes, his dark gaze searching for reassurance in mine. Although I knew that a part of him was really looking for deceit and lies.

“Are ya sure?” I rested my forehead on his, and he smelled like fresh flowers and sweet cake and wooden chairs. And he felt like calm and silence and peace, like blissful happiness and that feeling you get when you climb into a cozy warm bed after a long cold day. I had yearned for his warmth for so long and now it felt like there was nothing in any galaxy that could ever burst this bubble that we were in. What I felt for him, in that precise moment in space and time was uncontainable and unmeasurable, it was terrifying.

“Do you love me?” I finally asked. A raspy whisper to which he replied with a hearty giggle and a hand on my knee.

“Yeah, I do love ya” I couldn’t put the exhilarating feeling I got into words nor could I muster anything else to say to him, so I just smiled and squeezed his face tighter between my hands “Why do ya think I wasted my time breakin and fixin your stuff?”

Hello, my little space bunnies! I am back again! This is very long, I know… But looking at the classic fanfiction themes, I hadn’t written a wedding one from *this* point of view. So it had to be done! Plus, I’m obsessed with the “I’m in love with my best friend but will only let them know on their wedding day” trope.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it & again, it makes me so so so happy to know that you guys still read & enjoy my writing. Love you all sm xx

#rocket x reader #fanfic #gotg fic #gotg vol 1 #gotg vol 3 #marvel #marvel x reader #gotg x reader #gotg2 #rocket #rocket racoon imagine #rocket raccoon #wedding #trashpandababy

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aeon-warden · 2 months

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My theories on IDW 1.0 Tyrest and Prowl might be… Unconventional. Somehow a lot of plot just makes more sense if you put them in a parent-child relationship (a somewhat morbid and twisted version, cf. Neon Genesis Evangelion, High Evolution and Rocket Racoon, etc.)

What we already know from the comics is that Tyrest is the creator of all cold-constructed bots. In a way he is a patriarch or matriarch for them all. It makes one wonder how the shift in his attitude towards his creatures came to be - could he have done experimentation on them to strengthen his caste ideology and eugenics assumptions, similar to those of Wehrmacht Germany?

Imagine Prowl was once a guinea pig at Tyrest’s lab, tortured, abused, but also significantly enhanced in terms of computing power. Tyrest saw great potential in him, yet still constantly denied and condescended him due to Prowl’s “characteristic flaws”. A narcissistic and manipulative parent like Tyrest would often compare Prowl with Ultra Magnus, his perfect creation and his favorite protege, just to show little Prowl how he is not enough. As a result, Prowl became fixated on proving his worth to Tyrest in the fear of being rendered useless by him.

Some of Prowl’s later-life behaviors might thus be better explained given this toxic childhood:

Prowl abandoned Fortress Maximus on Garrus-9, partially because Fort Max was the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord. Fort Max bearing this title was like a walking humiliation to Prowl, one that he could not stand. He could not think of the possibility that Tyrest picked Fort Max instead of him.

Aequitas could be an olive branch that Prowl held out to Tyrest, an attempt to fix their relationship and to impress his creator and mentor. In the comics it was ambiguous as to who invented Aequitas - in MTMTE it was Tyrest, and in Wreckers trilogy Prowl and Tarantulas - but what if they worked on the project together?

Prowl’s obsession in creating artificial life might have derived from his past with Tyrest as well. Creation is a means for Prowl to stand in Tyrest’s shoes, so that he could see things his way or even become like him.

Prowl sent Skids and Getaway to mind-assassinate Tyrest but kept him alive, because he was still grateful of Tyrest for giving him life despite all the torment that came with it?

#Tyrest #Prowl #Transformers #Maccadams #MTMTE

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Y/N: so can I scratch you behind the ear?

Rocket: you dare do that and I will bite off your-

Y/N scratches Rocket behind the ear, the raccoon relaxes…

Rocket: okay that actually feels pretty good.

Groot: I am Groot

Rocket: I am not a house pet! I’m a captain!

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #rocket and groot #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon imagine #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg fanfiction #rocket gotg #gotg x reader #gotg vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #rocket racoon and groot

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scholastic-dragon · 11 months

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Hi just wanted to say your Rocket x Reader’s mean the world to me if you could ever maybe do another one. Romantic if you can? Maybe Rocket seeing reader bond with baby Groot and it makes him maybe think about her and him having kids? Though it isn’t possible it just makes him question their friendship? And thinks maybe it could be more?

Ooooooo, baby fever 🫣

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

It felt wrong.

This sticky, annoying feeling, stirring in his gut.

Groot simply needed help getting onto the table for the mission meeting. And you'd gently kneeled down, extended your hand and waited for him to step up.

He sat in your palm as you lifted him to the tables surface.

And with the patience of a Saint, you waited until he crawled out of your hand and then returned your attention to Quill.

Rocket, on the other hand, couldn't get it out of his head.

Especially now, laying in bed in the middle of the night, tossing and turning not being able to sleep.

Eventually, he did dooze off, but you didn't leave his mind.

He found himself in the ship, in a large open space with you at the dining room table.

"Y/n?" He asked, walking up to you. You turned, holding three little raccoon babies in your arms.

"Hey," You smile, handling the babies with a concerning amount of grace. They squirmed and whine softly, but you rocked them to sleep in your arms.

"What's going-"

"Do you wanna hold one?" You ask, taking a baby off your shoulder and handing it to him.

He panicked, taking the baby and staring strangely at it. It obviously looked like him, but this baby had your eyes.

They were....

"Are these...." He looked up at you. "Our babies?"

You smiled. "Of course," You kneeled down, cupping the side of his face. "We're a little family,"

You leaned in to kiss him, your lips inches away from his-

A loud pounding outside his door woke Rocket up, covered in warm sweat and breathing heavy.

"Rocket! Wake your ass up! It's your turn to pilot the ship!" Quill yelled through the steel door.

"Alright, Quill, I'll be up in a few!" Rocket sighed, putting his head in his hands.

This was going to be an awkward day.

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy headcannons #guardians of the galaxy imagine #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 headcannons #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 imagine #gotg2 #gotg2 imagine #gotg2 headcannons #rocket #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon imagines #rocket racoon headcannons #rocket racoon x reader #rocket racoon and groot #it is my works #thanks for the ask!

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