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lina-lovebug · 1 year

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I Will Protect You

Adam Warlock x fem! Reader

Reader is Gamora and Nebula younger sister. Seems to be a trend with Thanos' daughters to fall for goofy men.

Warnings: ptsd, torture, cursing

Adam did not know love.

He knows his mother loved him. That even though his sole purpose was to kill and work for the Sovereign, he could feel his mother's love for him.

But being in love?

He never thought about it. It was never a priority, especially as a killer who would have no business being intrigued by anything else other than what he was ordered.

"You are an idiot."

"What?"

"But I must say I admire your technique. Staring is also how I got my wife to notice me. Although I did it for hours on end until she noticed."

Drax told Adam, who was staring longingly at (Y/N), the sister to Gamora and Nebula and their resident healer. Adam watched as a pink light emitted from her palms, healing a small injury on one of the children's knees.

"She's very pretty," Adam breathed out. Yes, he had seen specimens that were 'perfect', but you were something entirely different. Your laughter was genuine and kind, and your smile held no ill intentions behind it.

"Drax, I feel sick when I am around her. Like my stomach gets all fuzzy and weird, and-and I can't think straight. Did she poison me?" Adam asked, wondering truly if you despised him secretly.

After all, your first encounter was not a good one.

Adam recalled being beneath you as you held a blade to his throat, pressing it hard enough to draw blood and the rage in your eyes was something to remember.

He now held a small scar on his neck.

"Silly golden man," Drax patted his shoulder, "you love her."

"Love? Are you sure?" He glanced back to where you were but you disappeared.

"What should I do?"

Oh if only he should have known that Drax was the worst person to ask for advice.

"I'm sorry."

I turned around to see Gamora. Her arms were crossed, she was guarding herself, as she looked at me with sad eyes.

"You have nothing to-"

"You had someone who was openly loving and caring, and that's not me," I swallowed a lump in my throat. Gamora changed once she realized that Nebula and I just needed a sister, not a combat partner. I saw her make that effort, and she learned my love languages and learned who I was as a person.

When she died, I felt a part of myself die with her.

And when this new Gamora, or old Gamora, had shown up, I wanted that back. But she was just as cruel and as mean as when we first fought and she beat me.

"Wow, you don't think I know that?" I retorted, avoiding eye contact as I continued to polish my knives.

"From our first fight when Thanos pit us against each other, I knew you were only looking out for the best. That you needed to be the golden girl in order to survive, but did you know what he did?" I asked, finally looking at her.

"Yeah, Nebula-"

"No, not to Nebula," I interrupted, standing up.

"When I was eight and kept losing, he didn't just lock me in my room. He had Ebony Maw do things to me. . .he started slow by making incisions in my back to see how much I could scream, and then did this," I lifted up my shirt and her eyes widened.

"He started putting viles inside of me that he found on other planet's to see how my body would react to them. That's how I got my power to heal," I explained, "but every experiment, every needle - it left behind this."

My stomach and back held my memories. It was littered in scars that would never go away and ruined me.

"I-I didn't-"

"No one knew. Not even Nebula until a few years ago," I admitted.

"I get why you fought so hard but. . .I don't think I can forgive you."

Gamora looked like she had just seen what hell was like. A light mist formed over her eyes, realizing that whenever she won, someone else had paid the price.

"I know you'll never be her," I admitted, "but you could at least try to act like we were sisters."

"You are," She grasped my hands tightly in her own, "you've always been. I'm sorry I never saw it until now."

I removed myself from her, "I know you mean it, but I'm going to need you to go."

She hesitated but nodded, "ok."

Gamora shut the door behind her and wanted to scream. All of the "What ifs" plagued her mind, wondering what would have happened if only she had noticed sooner. But before any tears could escape, she heard a shuffle and spotted the golden boy lurking.

He looked just like she did.

Shocked and furious.

"If you do anything to hurt her, I will slit your throat in your sleep," Gamora told him before walking off, leaving him stunned.

The mere thought of someone making you cry made Adam furious beyond belief, but torturing you? Seeing how loud you could scream - how much pain you could take?

He didn't know understand love but that was not it.

Adam was initially going to go to your room and try to 'woo' you, as Drax said to do. But now, all he felt was rage. He knew Thanos was dead, along with everyone who worked for him, so he didn't know where to put this anger.

"(Y/N)?"

"Adam, now is not a good ti-" as I turned around to face him, all I saw was anger. Red flashed across his face, just like the first time we fought.

"Adam? Are you okay?" I questioned.

"I-I feel angry, and I don't know what to do. I want to kill him," Adam ranted.

"Kill him? Who?"

"Thanos."

The name still left a mark on my mind and it made me want to vomit.

"He-he's dead, Adam," I said.

"I know. But he needs to pay for what he's done to you. It isn't fair. No one so kind, so generous and loving should ever experience that," He ranted, unknowingly confirming that Adam knew exactly what Thanos did to you.

"You heard. . ." This was my fear. I finally found someone who makes me smile and makes my heart race whenever we're together, and he knows.

He knows I'm fucked up. He knows I have ugly scars that'll never disappear. He knows I have a dark childhood. He knows I'm-

He shook me from my mind by placing his hands on my shoulders, "I want to protect you. From now on, no one will ever lay a hand on you again. I'll do whatever it takes, (Y/N), I promise."

"Why?"

"Drax says it's because I love you. I only knew my mother's love but I know that when I see you, I want to make you smile. I want you to be happy and always laughing and never upset."

Love? Shit, I didn't know the first thing about it. I always thought that the torture and the lectures were love because a father always wants you to do your best. But after the guardians, I felt lost. This friendship and trust, it was love, but how could I ever replicate that?

"Adam, are you. . .sure?"

He was caught off guard, "yes, I am. Do you not love me?"

"I do, but I don't know how to express that. You deserve someone who does," I told him.

"What do you do with someone you love?" He questioned.

"You hug them, you show that you're there for them no matter what, you learn what they like, you show it in physical ways. You kiss-"

"Then kiss me," His boldness made my whole body still and I felt like face become hot.

"What?"

"If you love me, then kiss me," He stated, still as blunt as ever. My heart was running a mile, and my mind was screaming at me to stop.

But I couldn't.

I lifted my face to his and kissed him. I expected it to be a small peck, but my body wanted more. I yearned for his gentle touch and placed his hands on my waist as he gently kissed back, still unsure about his movements. His lips were soft against mine, following what I did. As I pulled away for air, he pulled me back in. It made me gasp as his hands held me firmly, his lips desperate for mine. I felt breathless as he held me closer, and my hands began to venture into his hair.

"Seriously?!"

Peter's voice made me pull back, frightened that he had seen.

"Everyone but me!" He shouted as he walked away, and I was still firm against Adam's chest.

"I thought kissing was a private affair," Adam said, confused.

"Y-yeah, it is, but my door is open. Adam, you're sure you want this? With me?" I asked, still frazzled at the kiss.

"I only want you, and we can learn how to love each together, right?" He said, so innocent but so willing.

"Yes, we can," I smiled.

"I heard of this thing called cuddling and it sounds nice. Can we do that too?"

I gave him a soft kiss, "for however long you want."

#adam warlock imagine #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x y/n #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy 3

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inari-zaheer · 11 months

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requesting hcs of nebula pining over female reader please and thank you! set after gotg 3 and reader is one of the teachers who teaches the kids they saved from the high evolutionary

Nebula Pining Over Fem! Reader

Pairing:Nebula x Reader

Tw:Angst with a happy ending

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Ever since the events of the battle against the High Evolutionary, Nebula got way sadder than usual

Sure they saved a bunch of people and lots of civilizations, but right when she was getting used to her lil disfunctional family they decided that they needed some time apart of the group

She helped everywhere she could in Knowhere, from building stuff, to fixing equipment, till a day where Kraglin asked her if she could help with teaching the children the basics of self defense

It was definitely not what she was used to, but coming from a "family" of abuse she understood the importance of it

An that's when she met you!

As she was waiting for her class with the children start, she saw you on one of the windows of the building teaching the children how to comunicate with everyone

From that moment she felt weird, overwhelmed, it was a feeling that she never felt before, and the fact that she didn't knew what it was only made her upset

She was going to pretend that it was nothing, until a day when her session with the kids ended that you went to talk to her

You waited just so you could thank her for what she was doing with the children, because as they were learning your language they were able to tell the horrible things they suffered on the ship

It was a simple thank you, but that didn't help Nebula with her feelings, quite the opposite actually

But after the group kinda dissipated she had no one to talk to

Her sister was not the same she lived with before the battle with Thanos, Quil was back on Terra and the most important person who could maybe help her, Mantis, was somewhere in the space, and it was obvious that Rocket, Groot and Drax where out of question

Every day you would stay to watch the kids you quickly bonded to see their improvement (definitely not for the goddess of a woman who was teaching them that you were slowly caughting feelings for)

Geeting closer to her, telling how cool her abilities were, saying how one day you wanted to be as strong as her

And every day that passed she got more intrigued by her own feelings towards you

Until one day Kraglin was telling her about some movie tapes that Yondu had found for Peter but didn't had the opportunity to give them, so he asked if she could keep them safe on her room till he came back

She wasn't exactly the type to like music or this so called movies, but she was just so bored one day that, when she was sure no one would ever know, she put a movie on the device that Rocket had made for Peter if they ever found one of those

She did not knew or cared about the name of the movie in question, but one of the main themes that kept poping over and over again made her understand everything

It was love!

Oh fuck it was love

Those were her first thoughts when she realized it, immediately turning off the thing and throwing the tape as far as she could

She could not feel love for you, in her head love wasn’t meant for her, she wasn’t worthy of love

But then again, why would you love her? A killer, a destroyer, machine

And after that day, she was not the same again

She asked to change the day of the sessions just so she would not see you, avoided you everywhere in Knowhere, and asked everybody to tell people to just leave her alone

She kept pushing the feeling back, and one day she cried for the second time in her entire life for a person

But she underestimated you

One day you simply showed up at her door, and even when she pretended she was not there you just screamed that you were going to wait

Seeing you really weren’t gonna budge she opened the door for you and saw your state

You looked sad, tired and even a bit sick

She went to ask what did you wanted but was met with a "did i do something wrong?"

Of course she was not understanding, but you just asked why she started avoiding you out of nowhere, almost starting to cry

Then all of the conflicted feelings she was feeling immediately turned into guilt

How could she do something like this to you? To leave you in that state just cause she could not understand what was happening

Then she finally could not wait any longer and told you everything, how she felt about you, how she was scared of those feelings, and how she thought she did not deserve any of what you wanted to give her

You immediately told her that it didn't matter the stuff she had done, the past was in the past and she deserved someone to help her see that things could be great, that she deserved to feel love and be loved

She said she was not used to it, but asked if she could give you a hug

It was kinda akward, but you could see that this was definelly just the beginning of something special between the both of you

#nebula x reader #nebula #nebula mcu #nebula fanfic #nebula my love #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy x reader #gotg #marvel #marvel x reader

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thewriterg · 11 months

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

maybe a part 2?🤔

For now my request are closed but will open back up hopefully before the month is over

THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE!? LOVE IT. Hobie and Miguel the lomls I can’t wait to write for them

please answer this poll below —if you don’t I will find you 😡👹🔪—

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scholastic-dragon · 11 months

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I love your writing! I can’t stop reading your works! You’re amazing!! For the “kissing”-prompt list would you like to write the “finally kissing, after a long time of pining”-prompt for Rocket Raccoon? (totally cool if not) in any case keep up the amazing work - you’re nailing the character! ❤️❤️

I-

Thank you so much. That comment just made my week! <3

this doesn't technically have any Volume 3 spoilers, but the big mission from the movie is what Rocket and the gang were doing in this, but I never say what that is, so you could take it any way you want <3

rocket x gn!reader

Never Too Late

warnings: spelling mistakes, oooo a bit of angst, mentions of rockets past (without spoilers), smootches, first 'i love yous'

You paced around the bar, rubbing your palms together. They'd been gone too long, without any messages or notice.

It turned your stomach; they should've been back by now. What was keeping them so long?

You knew how the guardians were, more often then not having simple exchanges turning into all out gun fight.

But there was something about this mission, the urgency of them leaving, and the fact that Rocket had asked you to stay behind.

Rocket: you're best friend, asked you not to go.

Ever since you saved his ass from Ego, he'd been glued to your side, but recently he'd been more content to stay as far away from you as he could.

You weren't sure what changed, but something was happening with him. Why else would he push you away so adamantly?

Kraglin tried to calm your nerves, telling you Quill actually took charge of a mission, and it was simply too short notice for the whole gang to go.

You weren't sure why, but that just sounded like a lie. Rocket was pushing you away, and you had no idea why.

Three exceptionally slow days later, the Guardians ship landed in the docking port. You all but ran from the mess hall, spilling your soup all over the floor as you ran across the Knowhere courtyard common center.

Chest heaving, you skidded to a halt at the garage door, smiling as you see the group file out of the ship.

"You're back!" you sigh, rushing up and hugging Drax and Mantis, they smile back, clearly happy to be home. "I was so worried,"

Manits chuckled, rubbing your back. "I can tell,"

You pull back, fist bumping Nebula, and punching Quill's shoulder. "Everybody alright?"

Quill groans, rubbing his shoulder with a smile. "In a way, we all need rest, especially Rocket,"

"Where is he? Is he okay?" You ask, instantly becoming worried.

Nebula and Quill share a look, debating whether or not to tell you.

"Well?" You push, feeling your stomach start to turn.

"It's not our place to say, you should talk to him," Nebula finally says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where is he?" You look around the port, not seeing the pesky raccoon anywhere.

Quill turns, gesturing into the ship. "His workshop,"

You all but sprinted across the ship, smashing your hip on several metal tables, panting heavily.

Finally, you shoved the giant door open, letting out a relived laugh seeing him standing next to his desk.

He glanced up, fur matted with sweat, covered in dirt and grime but very much alive. He snorted seeing how disheveled you looked. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

You lunged forward, picking him right up off the floor and hugging him tight to your chest. "You're alive!" You pant, feeling the gnawing aching feeling in your stomach soothing.

"'Course I am," He sits stiffly in your arms, although you can hear the relief in his voice. Perhaps he missed you as much as you missed him?

You sigh, setting him down on the desks surface so you could be eye level. "Are you okay? I was so worried, you didn't call or anything,"

Rocket said nothing, simply staring into your eyes. He looked ready to scream and cry, chest heaving as his mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words.

"i'm sorry," He whispers, shoulders slumping slightly. You reach an arm out, giving him a comforting squeeze.

"It's alright, I'm not mad I didn't go, I'm just relived you're all okay," You comforted, taking big deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

Even though Rocket was standing right in front of you, his short shallow breaths and panicked eyes told you that you both were having two different conversations.

"You're....you're not mad at me?" He mumbles, looking down at the tables surface.

"Oh, Rocket," You squeeze his shoulder again, your other hand tipping his chin to meet your eyes. "No, I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,"

That sentence broke something in him, he sobbed and gripped the collar of your shirt. Yanking you down and smashing his lips to yours, you gasped, planting your hands on the tables surface to keep yourself balanced.

He pulled back, pressing his forehead to your cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't let you come, you're my best friend and I was so ashamed you'd think different of me if you knew...."

"Rocket..."

"I love you," He laughs to himself, pulling back, cupping your face, tears misting his eyes. "I've loved you since we first met, every fight, every drink, every time I yelled at you for something stupid, and all the restless nights were I dreamed of you. I love you, Y/n,"

Tears spilled down both your faces, you swallowed thickly, trying to get your brain to come up with an answer.

"I love you too,"

His eyes go wide. "You do? You do?" A smile grows on his face as you nod and smile back at him.

"I do, I love you, I've been in love with your for months!"

He pulls you back in for a kiss, nails gently scraping across your cheeks. Your hands slip around his back, pulling him flush against your chest. He presses his knees into your sides, practically climbing you, pulling himself as close as he could get.

After everything that happened, he isn't about to ever let you go.

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lily1718 · 1 year

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GOTG3 HIGHLIGHTS......INSANE SPOILERTOWN AHEAD BUCKLE UP MORONS (NON- DEROGATORY LOVING WAY)

1. "Creep" as the opening song? SLAYED.

2. Rocket memorising all of Peter's songs? ATE

3. Nebula and her character development>>>>>>

4. Mantis and Drax playing the amiable annoying siblings.

5. Nebula is the older sister.

6. Peter is the tired dad going through a divorce.

7. GAMORA THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE GALAXY.

8. GAMORA. MOTHER.

9. Adam warlock is a babygirl. And I LOVE HIM FOR IT.

10. THIS MOVIE IS ABOUT ROCKET RACOON THE RACOON.

11. YONDU'S CAMEO MADE ME SCREAM.

12. ALL THE DEATH SCARES 😭

13. Drax losing one daughter to get 10 more and be a dad that he deserves.

14. Drax a fashion icon king

15. Lyllah, Teefh and Floor, take my heart. JUST TAKE IT.

16. Groot SAYING I LOVE YOU

17. Nebula being an all rounder badass.

18. COSMO MY FAVOURITE GOOD DOG.

19. Found family trope for the win❤️

20. Playing come and get your love at the end? CHERRY ON TOP OF A SKYSCRAPER TALL SUNDAY ICE CREAM.

+1 the cinematography, the camera work was INSANE

ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE. CLASSIC GOTG. JAMES GUNN THE MAN YOU FUCKING ARE.❤️

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rockettheraccoonxreader · 1 year

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Rocket raccoon x reader part 2

Warm

Hey guys I’m glad so many of you like it! I’ll continue to work hard for you all!

SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL.3

Trigger warning!

1. Drug withdrawals

2. Abuse

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The warm waters soaking your coat felt nice, you had never experienced this before so it took some teaching from mantis to get the hang of it but you quickly picked it up. Looking toward the soap that mantis lent you looked at all the bottles, ‘shampoo? What the hell is that?’ you opened the bottle with a confused face and poured at least half the bottle on your body.

The suds from the shampoo intrigued you, noticing how they turned slightly gray from all the dirt on you made you excited to see what you looked like without the dirt. Seeing all the other ‘perfect specimens’ with shiny and clean coats made you feel jealous. After rinsing off the soap and turning off the water you peaked out of the shower towards the door that Mantis was on the other side of.

Using the cloth she had left you you dried yourself off to the best of your ability, “okay Mantis I'm done.”

The door quickly swinging open she had a small pile of clothes in her hand, “okay so I have clothes for you but I don't know if you'll need help or not.”

“It's okay I got this” The tank top was a darker orange and the slightly baggy pants were black, with pockets littered all around them. You then stopped, shoes, you had never worn them. Grabbing them and peeking out the front door Mantis was gone. Panic flooded your body, then you locked eyes with rocket.

He was frozen again, looking you over he thought the clothes fit you very well his mind was torn from the thought when your voice sounded out, “Could you help me with them? I've never worn them before.”

“Oh. Uh yeah!” he waved towards you, “Follow me.” he showed you to the table and chairs pulling one out and helping you up in the chair he helped with your socks and then slid the shoes on. Watching him intently he then showed you how to tie the knot and then you followed his instructions with the other shoe.

“Thank you for showing me how rocket,” you looked him in the eyes for the first time and he was speechless. “Oh uh yeah it's no problem!” he fumbled internally screaming he slightly smiled at you.

“So would you like to change your name?” he looked at you quizzically, “I mean only if you want to!”

You thought about it for a second, “(y/n), I read it in a book at one point. I thought it was lovely.”

Rocket nodded “okay (y/n) it is then!”

Helping you out of the chair he had you follow him and took you to the kitchen, “are you hungry?” nodding you looked at all the characters walking by outside. Hearing voices coming from a nearby door you peeked your head out the door while Rocket dug through the fridge. At the table were the people that you met earlier, some yelling at each other and some just trying to have a peaceful moment.

Rocket made you a plate of some food and walked you over to the table. Sitting down the table quieted down, everyone looking you over. You fur still slightly wet but fairly dry your fur poofed out.

Drax belted out a laugh “I never thought we would meet a fluffier animal than this rabbit!” pointing over to rocket.

The table collectively sighed “Drax leave IPT-189 alone!” yelled Mantis.

“Their name is (y/n) now!” Rocket slammed his hands down. The table was quite once again, “I am Groot,” the tree spoke up looking towards you.

You looked to anyone else to see if they, “it's nice to meet you again Groot.”

Peter spoke up “he said he likes your new name.”

Looking at him then at Groot again, “Thank you, Groot.”

“I am Groot,” he nods.

Drax who was looking at you pretty much the whole time, “so why did the evolutionary keep you around? From files we stole the burned all of batch 89.”

Straightening your back and looking down at your plate you were quiet. “Drax! You can't just ask someone that!” Peter yelled.

“But we are all wondering,” drax exclaimed looking at Peter. The table then devolved into arguments and playfulness, everyone putting in their two cents. You watched in awe, when the table quieted down drax glanced at you. “So... Why did they keep you around?”

“Drax! What did we just argue about!?” Peter piped up again.

“When did we argue?”

“Just now!”

“I wasn't paying attention to what you were saying.” drax breaks eye contact from Peter.

“The high evolutionary was fond of the arts, I happened to be gifted in art when others were others were not,” you looked at your forearms.

The table was quiet when listening to you, you looked at all of them and felt your stomach churn. Hoping down from your chair, looking around grabbing a pencil and paper. Then hopping back up, drawing a quick sketch of the room, everyone at the table, and the half-empty pitcher of liquid.

The sketch was practically a picture of the room. “I happened to sketch the evolutionary when I was meeting with him at one point. That was the moment he knew what to do with me.”

You grimaced remembering the day that you had your surgery. The room was quiet again, rocket looked at you. Tears silently fell from your eyes, “I am Groot.”

Groot slowly hugged you, you didn't know what to do then slowly hugged back what you could. After some time the table went back to the usual loudness. When everyone was done eating you were shown around, the children that were also on the high evolutionarys ship running around and laughing.

You choose to stay with the guardians for a while as you got used to living a normal life, Nebula helped you with getting clothes from the tailor.

One night after the other you had withdraws, mantis helped with them at night but after two nights you didn't want to tire her out. After a few nights of being alone in the medical bay again you heard the door open. Your ears perked towards the doors again.

“How are you doing?” you looked towards Rocket who was standing at the door. Making his way towards you he sat at the edge of your bed. Your knees were pulled into your chest and your arms were wrapped around them. “I've definitely felt better before,” you whispered.

Nausea washed over you again, and you sat back in the bed. Rocket walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of it, “do you need some water?” he handed the cup that Nebula left earlier for you. You took it gently from him and sat up for a quick drink.

Once you were done he put the cup back down on the small table, and you laid back, resting your back on the wall.

“Hey rocket?”

“Yeah?”

“You can say no and I won't be bothered if you do, but would you sleep here tonight? I've been having this terrible nightmare.”

He looked at you, your ears were down and you were looking down not making eye contact, “Yeah, I don't mind.”

You smiled just a little bit, “Thank you,” touching your forearm where the fur met with metal. “He used to drug me with all sorts of things from any planet he could get his hands on,” your fingers followed the edge of the metal all the way around.

“I'm sorry (y/n),” feeling the survivor's guilt he carried creep back into his mind as he looked down at his hands. Then your hand slipped over his, “you know I'm so glad you got out of there Rocket, I'm so happy that you got to go outside and see the galaxy. I'm happy about it because then if you didn't who knows where I would be or where you would be.”

You squeezed his hand “I'm so glad, thank you for escaping all those years ago.”

Rocket looked at you with shock, “But I left you guys all behind.”

“But you came back for us,” you locked eyes with him. His eyes swelled with tears and started crying softly. Hugging you tightly you embraced him back, he soon let go and wiped his eyes.

After getting settled for the night, you both just shared the bed. Talking about things of all kinds of things, you asked many questions. Catching the camera in your eye again it caught his eye, “can I ask about the camera eye?”

You were surprised for a second but you looked at him, “It takes pictures for me when I needed to paint still life paintings. It was hard for me to remember what people and things looked like when I first started. He would get upset when something didn't look like reality.”

“How do you see what you need to paint?”

You laid back and then patted Rocket to lean back, looking towards the ceiling you blinked your eyes a few times. After a second or two, a projection came out of the same eye. It was a painting of a bridge with a stream running underneath it on a tablet, you could also see the blank canvas being placed next to you. Rocket was amazed with you and disgusted with the high evolutionary, you blinked and it was a different picture another animal from batch 89 was there. It was a strange-looking creature with pure white fur and on the larger side, “he said he was a polar bear.”

You blinked again, it was the painting from earlier, flames struck against the painting. You blinked a couple of times showing Rocket some of the new pictures you had taken. Some of Cosmo, some other animals, and people laughing and dancing. Once you got tired you turned off the projections, looking over to Rocket he looked tired as well.

He pulled you in close and you cuddled into his fur, he stiffened up a bit but then melted into the cuddles. Closing your eyes you peacefully drifted into sleep, Rocket watched your eyes slowly close and followed suit drifting to sleep fast.

~~~

Part two Is done! You'll see part 3 out soon too! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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aliasrocket · 7 months

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Rocketober day 1 : ‘friends’

title : stars.

hey guys! Starting this off just to say I’m still on break, my exams have barely started, I just wanted to do a quickie for the first prompt for Rocketober since I have brought it up once in a poll before. Sadly, I’m not sure if I’m able to do the rest of the prompts but I’ll try to do the ones I really wanna do. Take care everyone!

here’s the rocketober list if you’d also like to participate.

Just like the op in the link, I’m accepting requests now for Rocketober prompts, please be sure to specify which prompt you’re putting in a request for.

“Guys, this is my friend.”

Nebula spills your name and points with a glass-filled hand, champagne sloshing inside when her finger swings to point to you.

Rocket could have sworn that she had stepped aside to let the fluorescent lights beam down on just you.

You, with that dainty little wave but a red dress that said otherwise, hem ending halfway up your thigh and a black purse hanging from your shoulder. Was that even a purse?

The moment rotated, just as time does, and the light had swung around to find another muse. Not that Rocket was complaining, because you looked even better in star-stewn hues, some slivers of you hidden in the dark for him to discover again.

If you weren’t Nebula’s friend.

It was a hypothetical.

Hands stretched out from behind him, soon coming around to greet you more personally—after all, they weren’t going to be here for long. Mantis and Quill have each come back from their lifelong trips to catch up with the ol’ gang. Like things changed.

Rocket serves another glance and you were already looking back at him, a star in your eyes each. He came forward with an averted gaze and offered his hand.

“Rocket,” he said, not sure if it had been over the music but when you bent down to let him hear the name he’ll never forget, you took it and let him decide the shake’s strength.

His second round of looking away had been when there was a slight ripple in your exposed cleavage—nothing screams pervert like a speechless rat.

“Rocket,” you repeated, and Rocket took a step back. “That’s a pretty name.”

Yeah, comin’ from pretty lips. The grinding in his teeth almost matched the bass of the party music.

He gets daggers in the form of a look from Nebula, and if you hadn’t been standing right in front of him he would have rolled his eyes.

“Thanks.”

Your chest flinched and you blinked, only for a split second—and because Rocket’s the master of looking away, of drawing back, of letting the pieces fall where they may, he’s stuck looking at your heels and on the floor hoping you don’t hear the cracking noises.

And you cracked just then, too.

Well, no, it doesn’t matter. If you did, didn’t—you were Nebula’s friend. Everyone had already drifted back to their shared table, and it’s another piece of reality that had its hands roaming his throat; you were off bounds.

“Rocket, are you okay?” Mantis asked, tilting her head as her forehead crinkled in that frown he remembered so well even after time made its rounds.

“Yeah, yeah.” The answer cut into whatever had been lying at the tail end of that question. Everyone lowered their heads and held the base of their drinks, not speaking and letting the music beat against their backs.

A light flashes, and a warmth engulfed his hand before he could swipe it to his chest.

Mantis’ antennae were lowered, but the glass in her eyes reflected its light clearly. Her hand was right where Rocket’s had been.

“Fucking—Mantis! We talked about this—you know what? I don’t even have the energy,” Rocket spat. “I’m outta’ here.”

“Wait!” Mantis grabbed Rocket’s shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Quill asked, head emerging from his drink.

Mantis’ head pivoted back to Rocket’s after Peter’s question, lips pursed as the inner corner of her brows arch upwards.

“Hey, if you don’t wanna tell Quill, tell me!” Drax whispered, or made a sad attempt at doing so, but over the music he was yelling.

Quill scowled. “Dude, not fair! I asked first, I get dibs!”

“That’s not how this works at all.” Drax shook his head.

“It so is!” Quill’s head snapped back around the other way. “Mantis, Rocket, what the fuck is going on?”

A darkness loomed over Rocket then stretched its way across the table to retrieve a tissue from the very end.

His head rocked forward when some sort of ball hit him, though the impact was almost like a stroke in his fur.

“Oh, sorry.”

This voice was nothing like poets would describe them to be; but the feeling, the rush and creaking in Rocket’s alloyed ribs—it felt all the more numbing yet painfully acute.

He looked up by instinct.

The first thing he noticed was that your jaw was so defined from this angle, not quite underneath you but so close he felt your warmth over him like a hood.

The second thing he noticed was that what had hit him was not a ball at all. Not a ball at all. Your breast rubbed up against the back of his head for another half second before you finally pulled away to wipe your hands with the tissue you acquired from across the table. Rocket’s ears rung from both the music that now sounded like screeching metal and the clenching in his chest.

“Sorry, I um, spilled some wine on my hands,” you explained as you crumpled the tissue to compress it in your fist. “Which one of you is the pilot?”

“Me.”

Quill and Rocket scowled at the sounds of both their voices in unison.

You laughed. You laughed and it sounded like a laugh you’d hear on Terran TV, something of a ribbon dancing in what felt like stale air. Yeah, Rocket was going to bottle that ribbon into memory like the rest of the things he’d already learned about you, and it wasn’t much.

“Sorry, maybe I should have specified. I need something of mine fixed,” you explained a second time, and you unclasped the lid of your purse to pull out a long metal rod known to be a phone from Terran electronic stores.

Another beat against the ribs and Rocket felt a lung drop. His heart punched it right out of the park.

“I’ve been pressing the side to project the screen but it doesn’t seem to be working.” You showed the entire table the power button as your finger sank into it but came up with no response on the phone’s end.

“I think one of you pilots are engineers, right?”

Quill grinned. He gave a sharp push at Rocket’s shoulder. “This one, he’s your guy.”

He flashed another scowl at Quill.

“I get it, it’s really stupid, I’m sorry to have bothered—”

“Nah, let me take a look,” Rocket insisted, gesturing for you to come closer.

“I was hoping I could get another drink while you looked at it. Can I get you something?”

One would think Rocket would have made eye contact with you before this point, but no—this was the first time since first meeting you ten seconds ago. Those eyes, widened and round, had stars crossing its skies and at this point Rocket thought he was dreaming. There was no way someone could be this fuckin’ perfect.

The ringing in his ear had only increased tenfold; now, it sounded like a flatline, a perfect audial representation of the current situation.

“I’ll walk with you.”

Without sparing his friends another look, he got off the stool and walked around the edge of the cheering room to the bar, where you had handed him your phone with a sort of languid quality to it; was it possible for this kind of thing to be graceful? The way your shoulder lifts slightly when you look down at him, curled hair fluffing up against your cheek as you handed over the tech. He’s looking up, jaw hanging—but now, he has a reason to keep his eyes on you.

He didn’t take your phone. “You wanted to talk to me?”

“About the phone.” You gestured to the phone again, raising a brow at him as some hair fell over one of your eyes from how much she had been looking down. The eye that remained … oh, fuck.

At half-mast, hypnotic. Your features framed a dream for Rocket; someone so damn gorgeous, he knows he’d thought you up at least a hundred times before. Someone of this beauty, of this cherry lip gloss, this fuckin’ dress.

Rocket’s hand slid up the rod to the hilt, both yours and his gaze in a chain neither of you broke before he pressed a button, and a blue screen emitted from the side of the rod.

“I knew it wasn’t broken,” Rocket said, lips parted as his eyes flickered to the phone then back at your star speckled eyes. Your eyes were widened again.

He wasn’t quite sure what he liked better; the almost pleading nature of your wide-eyed gaze, or the allure of your lowered lids reeling him in by the neck like a leash.

“So, the only reason you faked a broken phone is to talk to me.”

Your drink arrived, and you thanked the bartender curtly before taking a sip.

“I do recall asking for an engineer,” you said, your eyes the only part of you facing him, “instead of a detective.”

Oh, the way Rocket fumbled with the seat next to you, there was no coming back from this, because he’d rather trip and fall off than tear his eyes away from your complexion—collection of little shiny trinkets he stole and swiped from far galaxies and arranged so delicately to form you.

Maybe that’s why you felt ethereal. You were something out of a goddamn movie. A fairytale. Your hair looked like it was floating in water. Your lip had a permanent glint to it, always moving back and forth depending on the angle at which light had danced on your body.

“Hey, I’m still your guy.”

It felt irrevocably wrong to say that. He wished he could take it back. But if wishes are made to stars, then he knows if he’d done that, you’d hear him. And he’s had enough of accidentally sending the wrong message tonight.

You cocked a brow at him, finally turning your head over. Your shoulders were shrugged to keep your elbows propped on the table, hands loosely busy with your new glass of wine.

“You’re my guy?” You smirked, teeth peeking through glassy lips.

A lump accumulated in Rocket’s throat, and it happened in a split second—swallowing that lump was swallowing a loose bolt in one of his bombs.

“Yeah, what d’ya need?” Rocket tilted his head, leaning into the bar to get a better view of her when you returned to her already emptied glass.

You raised a flimsy hand, and the bartender nodded from across the isle as he poured a drink for another patron.

“I think I should be asking you that,” your smug grin thawed into a smile as you lowered your head. Your eyes pulled up because of this—it cut that doe-eyed look straight into Rocket, but he simply readjusted his posture on the bar in a sad attempt to cover up his dry lips, an empty tongue, and his parched throat.

“You wanted to tell me something when I complimented you,” you speculated aloud. “Am I warm?”

“Smoking hot, actually—” and Rocket’s eyes almost popped right out of his skull. “Uh, both in your question and—”

You laughed again, shoulders shaking as you threw your head back. Those shiny curls slid off from your shoulder and down your back to join the rest of your styled hair.

“Don’t be so uptight!” You nudged him with your hand, and you both turn to the bartender who finally came around.

“Hi, I’d like another.”

“I’ll start a tab, her refill’s on me,” Rocket chimed in, arm stretched towards the bartender who failed to hold back a crease in his brow when he turned away from you to grimace at Rocket. “And I’ll have one for myself too.”

Your jaw dropped for the first time that night, only slightly, and even then you still looked like an actress. “You didn’t have to.”

“I want to,” Rocket insisted.

“You won’t like wine. You’re the type to enjoy beer.” You finally place the wine glass down. You folded your arms on the table, but kept your head in his direction.

“Never really liked Terran liquor in general.” Rocket shrugged before spinning his stool around to expose himself entirely to you. He would, if that was what you demanded.

“But.” He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling just a hair, a follicle too exposed, down to the very pore of his skin, he could feel each chill the situation brought. “You make it look like steak after years of prison food.”

Your smile caved deeper into your cheeks, roses sprinkled across them.

“So, what was it you wanted to say?”

Now you had rotated your stool to face him, one arm still on the table as you rested your face on your palm.

“Earlier? With Nebs?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded.

Fuck, fuckity flark. He couldn’t even recall the last time he used flark. That goddamn hum, the feigned innocence it implied—was it wrong to think about how much of a brat you probably were in bed?

Fuck. Too creepy.

But with the way your arm was positioned, your cleavage had just been a little below eye level and boy did he avoid eye contact a lot.

“I was gonna say you had a prettier face,” Rocket admitted. It almost sounded like a grunt, and he wasn’t surprised because his tongue tugged his gut all the way up to his throat to confess this.

“Is that so?”

Your tone felt carried, longer than it was meant to be. You grinned. Satisfaction painted you pink in the navy blue tints of the party. And he couldn’t hate it. He couldn’t even look away from it. The party? That god-awful music? Could be happening in a completely separate room for all he was aware of. You wiped him clean of everything else but you.

Before he even got to realize he’d been staring directly at your cleavage again, you rubbed a soft hand under his chin and lifted it.

His eyes met yours, and he hung off a cliff you were looking off of.

“Speechless, huh?”

“I—you—”

“Use your words, big guy.”

Rocket gritted his teeth before nearly barking it out. “Can’t blame me for how fuckin’ sexy you are.”

“Looks aren’t everything.”

“I’m the last guy you needa’ be tellin’ that to,” Rocket chuffed, a corner of his lips tugging up as he regained some of his spine. Oh, has he been slouching this whole time? “I know you know what you’re doin’, princess.”

“Princess?” You cocked a brow down at him again, gaze floating across the ceiling.

“I like it.”

Rocket smirked.

Oh yes, the good kind of warmth returned to him—he was settling in his seat the way he hoped he would, his eyes sitting better in the glimmer of your own.

“Yeah. You’re the type to like that sorta’ thing.”

Your brows furrowed. “How do you know what my type is?”

“Same way you know that I’m the kind to hate wine.”

A beat passed before you returned his gaze. “Just for the record, physically … I find you to be very a—

‘What’s going on here?”

You both turned to the same fuming expression, arms crossed as black crystal balls for eyes burning holes through Rocket’s fur.

“Rocket treated me to a drink,” you said, showing Nebula your glass.

“She’s a friend!” Nebula gritted through a clenched jaw when she swung her head around to face Rocket.

“I’m having a really good time, Nebby.”

And that had been the first time that night Rocket had seen the mask catch fire in the disco light. Some of that actress charm replaced with utmost honesty. Or, maybe it was another accessory Rocket had observed, one of something much more poisonous than anything he’d hoped you possessed.

Nebula shook her head. “You’re lucky I can tell whether you’re lying or not.”

“Well, yeah, and you kinda ruined something we were having,” you admitted further, and Rocket grinned, unable to withhold his chuckles.

“What is it?” Nebula grumbled, turning right back to Rocket.

“Nah, nothin’.”

“Spit it out!”

Rocket’s eyes crossed yours multiple times that night. And just about all of those times he wished he hadn’t crashed and burned right in front you to pick him apart and laugh at his … naviety? Hopes and dreams? His fantasies?

Fantasies aren’t real, yet there you were—smiling right back at him at the look he gave you, lowered head and a smirk as a vice.

“I just know we’re gonna get along plenty,” Rocket rasped in low tones.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, fuck me—get a room you two! And just so you know, I don’t approve of this! At all!”

And so began a long, endless, fateful effervescent string of kisses, bites, fucks and talks waving its filth and bliss in its galaxy-stippled wake.

#rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #rocket gotg #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon x you #gotg fanfiction #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon fanfic #gotg rocket #gotg3 #gotg v3 #gotg v2

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theaawalker · 5 months

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Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

A.A. Walker

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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?)

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@queensdivas

@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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archangelofzion · 4 months

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So after an about 70% rewatch of GOTG3 I realized something:

The High Evolutionary’s problem whilst trying to create “the perfect species” to inhabit his “perfect society” is that every animal he throws in the growth blender machine comes out full of rage, violent, hostile. He tells Rocket he needs them peaceful (like him[(Rocket]) and he was very peaceful in the beginning, sweet, caring, playful. Rocket figures out the reason why they’re so angry and violent which I’m too dumb to repeat fluently, and it works. Peaceful creatures are made. But what I realized is that Rocket was very sweet, and then he watched Lylla die, in one instant he’s suddenly full of rage, angry enough to rip a man’s face off, then kill the rest. (Similarly, the Humanimals were peaceful until Drax slammed the little girl with the ball, then they all started attacking. But that’s a side note.) The point is, High Evolutionary wanted peaceful creatures, but he tortured them and made them raging beasts instead, he mocked Rocket for screaming over his dead friend and that’s when he worked into a snarl and went savage. Later he became one of the most violent individuals ever, laughing while he beat up the Ravagers on Berhert, crashing into the Dark Aster, setting off explosions like a hobby, but then he still had that sweet and gentle side—just a little bit mainly saved for Groot and then a little for Thor later on. Anyways, just another horrible fact about a wonderful yet terrible movie.

#guardians of the galaxy #rocket gotg #rocket raccoon #marvel #gotg3 #high evolutionary

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itsscromp · 7 months

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Im not losing him !!

Hey everyone, As I said yesterday, I was rewatching Vol 3 and I felt so inspired to write this story around moments of the film, in a y/n pov. Rewatching it just made my heart happy and sad at the same time. I love Rocket so damn much I wish he was real and he was my best friend. Word count:2.6k !!!!

It has been a disaster from the very moment you went to bed, A sovereign warrior named Adam Warlock crashed into Rocket's room and blasted him in the chest, Everyone tried to fight him off to the best of their abilities. But now your best friend is fighting for his life as the med pad has activated a kill switch that was implanted into his heart.

"A kill switch !!??" Peter spoke up

"A device set to destruct if anyone goes poking around inside him or even if we use Med-Paks" Nebula said as she was investigating the kill switch.

You could only watch in horror as the x-ray revealed it inside him, Who in the bright mind would do this to him.

"And why would Rocket have a kill switch ??"

"Apparently, someone considers him proprietary technology and sent that golden lunatic to get to him."

"So he'll die if we operate on him ??" Mantis asked worriedly

"And he'll die if we don't." Drax said.

"There has to be some way to bypass it." You finally spoke up

"It looks like there's a passkey that could override the kill switch."

"Y/n you've known Rocket for the longest, What do you know about where Rocket came from ??" Mantis turned to you.

"He won't talk about it" Your eyes trained on Rocket, the many what-ifs were running around your mind a million miles an hour. But right now more than ever, Rocket needed you guys. He needed you to save him. Whoever did this to him they were gonna pay.

"Much of the tech was developed by a company called OrgoCorp and there's a code on all of it. 89P13, He's got maybe 48 hours"

You immediately grew worried at the time length and sprung into action.

"Where are you going ??" Peter followed you

"OrgoCorp have to have records right ?? Maybe they'll have a way for us to override the kill switch and save rocket."

"They won't just give us that information" Mantis informed you.

"Well, that's why were gonna break in"

"We kill anyone who gets in our way !!!" Drax spoke a little too enthusiastically.

"Not kill anyone." Peter reminded him

"Kill a few people" He tried to bargine

"Kill no people" You enforced it

"Kill one guy, one stupid guy who no one loves"

"Now your just making it sad"

The guardians then arrived at OrgoCorp, Which was a Bio-formed factory. You couldn't help but be in slight awe and disgust at the same time.

As you were setting up the bowie's shields, the ship started to lock into place.

"Why didn't we go through ??" You spoke to Nebula through your communicator.

"We did, It's not the shield"

Making their way to the cockpit, they found they were stopped by the Ravagers, a criminal gang that Peter had a history with. In actuality, the reason why they were there was because Nebula had contacted her sister Gamora who is now the leader of the Ravagers ever since the events of Thanos happened. Granted you never met Gamora, nor right now would you wish to. But you saw Peter try all his attempts to get her to remember the previous events that had happened between the two.

Getting the code from OrgoCorp was hard enough, Having way too many close calls before the signal was alerted that you guys breached the perimeters, Drax only sustaining minor injuries, the group went back to the ship to find that the codex they got wasn't the kill switch. Only it was a recording of Rocket's past. Everyone was horrified by what they were watching, Tears fell from your eye's as you heard the painful and heartbreaking little screams.

"Rocket..." You muttered

"Why did he never tell us about any of this ?" Mantis spoke through her sobs.

"This is worse than what Thanos did to me." Nebula gritted through her teeth.

"Well, what about the passkey. Is it their ??" Peter said.

Nebula skimmed through the files. But no passkey.

"No. But a file was removed today, Downloaded and deleted a million characters in length. The biometrics say it was this man, Recorder B2H6."

"Wait, I saw this guy outside of records today" You pointed out

Gamora then looked closer at the recorder.

"Looks like one of the High Evolutionary's recorders."

"The High Evolutionary ??" Mantis remembered hearing his name as she and Drax were looking for the passkey. "The founder of OrgoCorp ??"

"OrgoCrop is just a way to fund his experiments that lie outside intergalactic laws, He's created whole societies. Xeronians, the Ani-men, The sovereign"

"The sovereign ??" Drax said confusingly

"Corners of the universe consider him god."

Mantis then went to the ship's coordinates to track down where he is.

"I am groot"

"Yes"

"Yes what, That he's Groot ??"

"He said maybe this man downloaded the passkey into the computer on his head."

"Huh ??" Gamora looked at Groot confusingly wondering how in the flark did she understand him.

"That could store the passkey." The hologram revealed the computer on the recorders side profile.

"We find him we save rocket" Peter said

"The High evolutionary's coordinates"

You looked at everyone and nodded. "Put the coordinates in the nav"

"Wait a minute, Are you kidding me ??" Gamora followed you as she was trying to reason with you. You didn't care, You needed to save your best friend's life. "What he wants is that gutted badger in the Med-Bay and you're gonna bring it straight to him ??, Its almost certainly a trap."

"Trap isn't a trap if you know the trap is trying to trap you its a face off."

With the coordinates located for counter-earth, the guardians then changed into their uniforms and arrived on the planet. You were shocked with how closely it resembles New York City. Even more shocked when you saw anthropomorphic creatures as its citizens. After an almost rocky start, the guardians get some information from a family on the whereabouts of the recorder. They agreed as well to let you use their car. So you, Peter, Nebula and Groot got to the car.

"Drax, stay here with Rocket, watch him. That's who they're coming for."

"I wanna come."

"No."

"Mantis watch Drax" Peter asked her, even though she looked slightly annoyed. He then handed Groot two of his pistols. "Groot you know what to do with these." The three then got into the car although nebula was having trouble.

"Push down on it" Peter said to her

"What ??"

Push it down" You repeated for her

"I am pushing it down."

"Push the button"

Nebula tried to but ended up pressing the keyhole instead.

"It looks like your pressing the keyhole."

"The what ??"

"There's a button under the handle, Press that in" Peter spoke firmly, Nebula did so but she didn't open the door.

"Okay, Now what ??"

"Open the fucking door !!!" Both of you said to her, she got in finally but a bit grumpy

"That is a stupid design and both of your instructions were very unclear." The car started and the 4 headed to the High evolutionary's building, along the way you were shocked to see that what goes on in the streets of this version of New York city is absolutely no different to what it was back on terra.

"This is the perfect society ??" Nebula questioned.

the four arrive at the Headquarters of the High Evolutionary only to be stopped by his guards.

"Here we go"

The four approached the guards when you spoke up.

"We're here to see..."

"The High evolutionary is expecting you"

"Which means it is a trap." Nebula muttered to you

"It's a face-off"

"Only two stay here"

"Why ??"

"Policy against weaponry and your arm is a gun" The guard gesturing to Nebula's bionic arm.

"The second reason, We can't risk bigger groups."

Right now the four were caught in a rock and a hard place, who goes up and confronts him and gets the passkey, Peter then pulled you aside and whispered to you.

"You go in their y/n, This is a much bigger deal for you than it is with everyone, Our one chance to save your best friend's life. Don't worry, Groot will go with you ok ??"

"Ok," You nodded as you gestured Groot to follow you, Once scanned for any weaponry the two then went up the building to the high evolutionary. He gestured to you two a finger as to say he was busy. But as you kept waiting for him, you grew more angry and annoyed at him. Until you turned and found the recorder.

"You !!" You shouted at him

"Hey yeah, you !!" This got the recorder's attention.

"I take it the passkey, It's in that thing on your head."

"I would advise against any aggression." The high evolutionary finally acknowledged you.

"Oh. Got time for me now ??" You turned to him.

"Your friend once took advantage. I learned my lessons, I aimed some small part of my mental capacity back in my own direction and now, gravity itself serves my whims."

"You must find Counter-Earth familiar"

"Counter-Earth ??"

"I visited your planet many years ago."

"Earth hasn't been my planet for 15 years."

"Your people had wonderful spirit"

The high evolutionary went on to explain how he wanted to make a perfect version of Earth without stubbornness or bigotry. But being a guardian for so long you get sick of the classic villain speeches.

"I don't care, I don't need another speech by some impotent whackjob whose mother didn't love him rationalizing why he needs to conquer the universe."

"I'm not trying to conquer the universe, I'm perfecting it" The HE said as like he is doing nothing wrong.

"I just want the passkey"

"Then bring me 89P13"

"I am groot" Groot spoke up angrily

"He says 'Suck my.."

"Why are you so angry ??" the HE interrupted you

"Because I know what you did to my friend !!" You gritted out of your teeth.

"Everything I've done, I've done for the betterment of the universe."

"Newsflash Einstein, Better universes generally don't include don't include a bunch of octopuses selling meth to guys with cockroach heads."

"They do not, which is why as I have done many times before, I'm going to have to raze it all and start again."

"What ??"

With that, the building slowly rose out of the ground and into the sky. "Nebula stay here, I'm going back to the ship." But the two turned around to find Drax and Mantis there, having disobeyed their orders and went to find them. Quill quickly hopped on the motorbike and headed back to the bowie while the three lunged onto the levitating ship.

"I am groot ??"

"Kill 'em all"

But before Groot could do anything, the high evolutionary pinned you two down with his telekinesis before walking away. The recorder laughed.

"This is amusing really, How stupid are you, Hmm ?? It was so obviously a trap."

"It's not a trap, It's a face-off" Nodding to groot "Now kill them all"

Groot then pulled a grenade out hidden in his chest and tossed into the middle of the room, Blowing up everyone in the radius. The smoke cleared to reveal the hidden Blasters that he had hidden as well, You two killed off the others that were still standing only leaving the recorder standing.

"No! Don't !! " He whimpered when you aimed the blaster at his head. "Don't !! No, no, no !! No, please please spare me !!!"

You lowered your blaster as he looked at you almost gracefully.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank...

"That'd be premature"

"Huh ?"

Before he could think, you tackled him out the window, falling many feet above. Groot quickly went after you and reached you. Growing wings out of his back, Gliding to the ground, You shoved the recorder down onto the ground. Killing him, Finally extracting the passkey out of his head. You made it back to the ship to save rocket.

"It's going to be ok buddy it's going to be ok" You said to him as the code started to boot up, But something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Okay okay here we go.."

Gamora noticed it too

"This isn't right"

"No, no, no, It's good. It's gonna work, it's working." You said in a way it was almost in denial, It has to work. It has to.

"It needs to be faster."

Rocket began to flatline. This turned critical, You ultimately lost it from the pressure, This couldn't be it. You didn't want your best friend to die. Not like this, All the fun memories you had with each other couldn't have led to this.

"No, no, no !"

You shook Rocket gently to get him up, but it was no use. He was dead.

"Come on !!" You began to perform CPR on him. "Come on !!"

"Y/n"

"No !!!!!, No !!!!!!!!!!!" You let out the most heartbreaking scream. Groot and peter were at a loss.

"Y/n" Gamora tried to calm you.

"No !!"

You continued the CPR, You were not losing him. This all couldn't be for nothing.

"Y/n !!"

"I'm not gonna lose him !!"

"He's gone."

"I'm not. Letting him go !!"

During the whole time, Rocket found himself in a place he wasn't familiar with. It was all white and had cages. He then heard footsteps and turned to find a figure heading to him... It was Lylla.

"Lylla ??" His voice broke seeing her for the first time since it all happened. The guilt overwhelmed him.

"Friend"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Rocket."

"I let you down, I got you killed. I got everybody killed." He spoke through his sobs, If he hadn't... What if... they all came back to him.

"We were right" Lylla comforted him "The sky is beautiful, and it is forever, And I've been flying with our friends."

In the background, Rocket could see his other friends Teefs and Floor waving to him. He waved back at them.

"Can I come ??"

"Yes."

But as he gently started to walk forward, She stopped him gently.

"But not yet, You still have a purpose here." She said gently

Rocket meanwhile his breath shuddered, He wanted to be with his friends again.

"A purpose for what ?? They made us for nothing. Stupid experiments to be thrown away..."

Lylla gently placed her hands on his shoulders

"There are the hands that made us, and then there are the hands that guide the hands."

The two shared a tender moment. Nuzzling their muzzles against each other before hugging. Lylla was right... While he wanted to be with his friends. He had a family. A family who also loved and cared about him, Formed by his amazing friends, Pete, Groot and y/n.

"My beloved raccoon, This story has been yours all along, you just didn't know it"

Rocket gently let go of her after a bit.

"I'm not a raccoon"

Once he finished the sentence he fell back. Like he was falling back into his body. He woke up in the med-bay gasping for air. The code then sprung to life. Going the way it should be.

"The passkey's going through" You were in a mix of shock and relief. Gamora then rushed over and grabbed a med pad, Wrapping it around Rocket's chest and activating it. This time it did it, It worked, You couldn't help but let tears fall as you took the oxygen mask off of him. He was ok.

"Y/n ??" He spoke weakly.

The tears became heavier as you gently sat him up and hugged him tightly. Rocket slightly tensed up from the hug as Groot also came in and hugged him. Overwhelmed by all the love and affection, Knowing that the others risked their lives for his. He started to cry as well and returned the hug. His best friends saved him. They saved him... He would be forever thankful for you guys.

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