#gotg drabble

[itsscromp]

reader having a panick attack and rocket being a kind of therapy animal to them?

Cuddle therapy

*Slaps you lovingly for this adorable idea !!!

This was your longest, hardest and mentally destroying mission yet, While you were paid very well for it all, You were hassled by the planet's media who wanted to do interviews with you. Further overwhelming you. You just wanted to curl in on yourself and hide away from the galaxy. Your last interview was your breaking point, they began to ask very personal questions, and when you refused to answer them. they chucked loads of abuse at you. Sending you back to the bowie, locking yourself in your room as your ears began to ring, tears falling from your eyes and sweat dripping. A panic attack.

But soon you then felt a weight against you, your chin being brushed by something soft, looking down it was Rocket. "Y/n... Come back to me" He said softly as he gently took your thumb with his hand, Encouraging you to wrap your other arm around him. Which you shakily did. "It's ok... It's over now, your here with me" He gently reassured you as he pressed his weight against you, hoping to ground you a bit. you then started to slow your breathing down, moving your hand to reach the top of his head, slowly petting him. As he purred from the pets. It grounded you further. Tired and exhausted, you lay down as he then curled up on your chest, allowing you to still pet him. "Thanks, Rocket..." You manage to say. "I got you, buddy... Always"

[bruisedboys]

star tripping — “what aren’t you telling me” with peter quill! i’ll literally swoon just thinking about it

omg sorry this is so so late I’m embarrassed </3 but anyway, I am an absolute swooning mess rn omg. I want him so bad!!! thank you for the req roma ily <33 also sorry this is so mini :(

peter quill x gn!reader

Peter stands over you and you try not to faint. You know you’ve been caught and there’s nothing you can do about it. His hand finds your jaw and he tilts you up to look at him. He’s really pretty. His eyes are deep brown and set, almost intimidating in the way he’s looking at you. His hair is getting too long, pretty curls curving around his ears and over the back of his neck. You yearn to run your fingers through it.

“You’re kinda scarin’ me being so quiet, sweetheart,” He tells you, voice low and quiet. He’s worried, you realise. There’s a hint of it in his eyes, his frown. “What aren’t you telling me?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You’ve been trying to tell him you like him for weeks. Every time you get close you chicken out. He’s Peter Quill. He can do better than you, you’re always telling yourself. But then, why has he sought you out in the back room of his ship where you often resort yourself to? Why does he look so desperately concerned? And why on earth is he looking at you like he wants to kiss you?

“Um…” you say. Your mouth is dry as sandpaper. You lick your lips and don’t notice him staring at them. “I don’t— it’s nothing, Peter.”

Peter raises his eyebrows. “Nothing?”

Somehow in the past two seconds his face has gotten considerably closer. He’s so close now you could count his eyelashes. You take a shuddering breath.

“I—um…”

You trail off uselessly. You can’t breathe. You can’t think straight with him so close and you’re pretty sure he knows it. He smiles at you.

“Hey, that’s okay, sweetheart,” he says. “You don’t have to tell me, I can wait.”

You think you’ve been let off the hook, but then, slowly, his smile changes from kind to knowing, a quirk of his lips as he adds, “But would you like a kiss?”

You can’t speak. You merely nod and a moment later Peter’s lips are on yours. He’s earnest but gentle and you kiss back as best you can with your heart pounding so loud in your ears and Peter’s hands on your face, your shoulders, your neck. Peter’s smile grows against your mouth and you know at that moment, that all of the worrying was fruitless — he’d known this whole time and let you suffer.

You’ll get him back somehow.

[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day seven home ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | drabble | word count: 661.

Home had been a shining city on the far horizon for most of Rocket’s formative years: distant and gleaming under an impossible blossom-blue dome. Unreachable. Untouchable. He’d left any hope of it behind, a dozen cannon-shots or more before he’d ever even stepped foot off the Arête. No. Rocket had gone straight from the cages and right into his escape pod, out into a sky that had suddenly seemed much less beautiful and much more forever. 

And so home had always been a far-away thing, a thing he could never go back to, a thing that — like love, like peace, like a restful night’s sleep or body that didn’t hurt — Rocket could simply never have. A thing that hadn’t been meant for him. Like the screws slowly grinding away at his bones or the muscle contractures he’s always fighting in his hips and chest, home had just become another old ache that he’d grown to barely notice, except when he’s on a planet where the weather is bad. 

And then, one shift — when it was just you and him — he’d been trying to work the knots out of his shoulders. You’d reached out with dancing fingers and a query on your lips — a gentle little sound of offering — and he’d gone as still as a moon pinned between two gravity wells. Your fingers had felt light as little birds, perched on his shoulders weightlessly, and you’d guided them into a rolling series of rotations. Then you’d tugged him between your knees, and kneaded every small stone you’d found lodged under his skin and fur. 

When he’d finally gone as molten and buttery as a beeswax candle on a warm day, you’d murmured another little question. He’d blinked at you blankly — completely disconnected from anything but the feel of his body, pliant for the first time in possibly his entire life — so you’d pulled him onto your lap and continued your little ministry of touch until he’d fully curled up, his tail a wreath of feathery brushes around you both. His back had pressed itself into your hands as you’d worked your thumbs into the base of his spine: freeing the tension from his hips, beckoning it out of muscle and bone, letting it dissipate into the air between your fingertips. Your hands had been so warm that even all the metal plates and bolts deep inside had suddenly felt like a part of him — had suddenly matched his own body temperature — every piece slotting together inside him with a rightness he’d never known before. The air in his lungs had turned into little pearls and gemstones, spilling up into his throat like jeweled gravel. He’d made a noise — some kind of rumble — and it had startled him until your hands had soothed over him again and you’d whispered something that had sounded like you’re just purring. 

He’d never say any of this in front of the others, never let them know about this: about how soft he is for this, for the warm quiet circle of space in your arms and on your thighs. He’d never climb into your lap like this if they could see it; never make a nest out of your body-heat and burrow into the loose thick folds of your sweatshirt. He  only does it on the shifts when everyone else is asleep, or planetside, or away. 

It’s not that he’s ashamed. It’s just — this is something special and precious and small, and if he looks at it too closely or acknowledges it exists, he may never have it back. But for now — for these moments that he can only measure in the soft wash of his breath or the thrum of his pulse in his wrists, the steady sound of your heartbeat holding him together like gravity — for now, it’s touchable, and attainable, and real — 

Moreso than any shining city on the far horizon, glimmering against the sweep of a blossom-blue ocean and a forever sky.

i did it! i brought my wordcount down! this was just a fun little exercise in writing whatever weird shit came to my mind so sorry if it makes no sense but i figured i'd indulge my inclination toward purple prose (get rekt literary critics). anyway this was fun and i am very much in favor of many future rocket raccoon prompts & prompt weeks, and thank you for creating this and bringing it to my attention, @frostedwitch ♡♡♡

i will be putting out a masterlist for this set of prompts sometime next week probably. i really hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing! ♡

day six. bite rocket prompt week masterlist ✷ main masterlist rocket raccoon prompt week list

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips

[shyficwriter]

8 & T - Yondu X daughter reader ❤️

Thanks for the prompt! 8. Snow down back of neck T. Tickling [Send me a prompt and I'll write a drabble]

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"Zip up your jacket." Yondu scolded you flatly as he locked up the ship.

You ignored him and continued chattering about the winter festival that would be happening in the nearby town the next day and how excited you were to see the lights. "I read that the trees look like mini nebulas they're so bright!"

Yondu had decided to take the crew on the rare vacation that wasn't on Contraxia. Currently most of his men were in the town drinking it up and the two of you were heading to join Kraglin and Peter by an out-of-the-way ice-fishing hole that Yondu was familiar with. He had sent them ahead to set up while he and you stayed back to repair your collapse-able fishing rod.

Yondu knew the repair would have actually only needed maybe five minutes to complete, but hey, it got him out of having to saw holes in the frozen lake and he knew you wouldn't complain either.

Now the two of you were on your way to join them, following the tracks they had left in the snow.

"Eh- probably exaggerated to bring in tourists," Yondu said, responding to your earlier comment about the lights.

"Can't you let yourself be excited for once?" you half-whine, half-tease.

Yondu glanced at you with a grin. "Nope."

You playfully punch him in the arm.

He returned your playful punch, and told you again to zip up your jacket.

Again you ignored him, a mischievous grin forming on your lips as you allowed yourself to fall behind in your pace just long enough to quickly grab some snow from the ground before recovering your pace to rejoin him at his side.

You turn the subject towards a job you knew was coming up after this vacation would be over, asking about the planet it was to be set on. This, of course, was just a means of distraction before you enacted your mischief. Nothing big. Just a little snow down his back... heck, you could probably blame one of the trees overhead for it.

Yondu starts to answer, and you think you're in the clear to pull off your prank, but the second you go to raise your arm he reaches out and grabs your wrist, making your hand open on instinct and drop its snow.

He turns to you with an eye roll and a smirk, still holding your wrist. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You gotta be sneakier than that, kid."

It takes a second for the shock to wear off, but once you recover you return his smirk with one of your own. "Or have a good backup plan!" and with that you swung your other hand up over his shoulder and shoved the other handful of snow you had grabbed down the back of his coat, sure that you possibly even made some of it go down into the back of his shirt.

Yondu's eyes widened and he recoiled as soon as the cold hit his skin, immediately releasing your wrist so he could reach back and attempt to fish out any un-melted snow- though of course that was a lost cause.

In the meantime you just stood there, laughing your ass off.

After a moment Yondu turns back toward you and narrows his eyes. "Betcha thought that was real funny, didn't ya? Real proud of yerself, ain't ya?"

Still giggling, you nod. However, your giggling slows once you notice the look on his face.

He steps towards you and just glares at you for a moment. By now you had stopped giggling and started to wonder how many toilets he was gonna make you clean back on the Eclector for your little stunt.

The silence hung for a good couple moments before Yondu spoke. Eyeing you, a playful smirk played on his features as he asked, "Thought I told you to zip up your jacket?"

You only just had time to look down before Yondu lunged for you, his hands quickly flying past your open jacket, latching onto your ribs, and sending you into hysteric laughter as you tried to fight him off.

You squealed out a "No! No fair!" as he continued to tickle the snot out of you.

"I think it's more than fair, missy!" he laughed. "You ignored me twice about zipping up your jacket, and then you shoved snow down my back! Far as I'm concerned that's three strikes against ya right there! If anything I'd say I'm going soft on ya!" with that he moved his hands up to tickle under your arms, which practically made you scream as it was one of your worst spots.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" you squeal out, grabbing his wrists, but unable to push him off you.

"Yeah, bet you're really sorry. Sorry that you got caught, and sorry that you didn't zip up your jacket when I told you too!" he laughed.

Through your hard belly laughter you manage, "I give! I give up! I'm sorry!"

"Ya gonna do it again?"

"No!"

Yondu finally released you. "That's what I thought. Now get your jacket zipped, it's cold out here."

Still giggly, you finally obey his command and zip up your coat. "That was so mean!" you whine, punching him in the arm again.

"Yeah, you deserved it, brat." He answered with a smile and pulled you into a side hug and ruffled your hair. "You're lucky I didn't decide to bury you in the snow and leave ya there."

You simply stick out your tongue in response, and after he playfully shoved you in the shoulder in response to that, the two of you continue on your way to meet the others at the fishing hole.

[star-quill]

omg i can just imagine bodyguard!peter bending his girl over the hood of his car because she decided to tease him during a ride to a fancy gala or something

OUUUUUU pls

you never get to ride up front with him, always sat in the back. but you make sure to sit in the middle seat so you can see him. and so he can see you.

"i hate these stupid events.. i always go and i have to introduce myself over and over to different people and it's exhausting.."

"how d'ya think i feel? i gotta follow you around everywhere.."

"it's nice to have some good company though.."

he glances round at you for a second, smiling. you smile back before pushing on his shoulder.

"eyes on the road, sir.."

he just chuckles and focuses back on the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. you notice his arm flex through his shirt and you smirk.

"hey, how come i never sit up front with you?"

"it's safer.."

"pull over, i want to sit in the front.."

"can't do that, sorry.."

"just this once? please? pretty please?"

he sighs and pulls over, letting you get out and into the front seat. he waits until you've clicked your seatbelt in before driving off again. you knew you still had at least another hour drive so you kicked your heels off and stretched your feet out. you noticed peter laugh under his breath and you just rolled your eyes.

every so often, you'd glance over at him and you'd notice his arm flexing or his eyes watching everything around him and god he was even more attractive when he's driving. you know he thinks you're cute, so you decide to use that to your advantage.

"you never told me whether you liked my dress or not?"

"yeah.. it's pretty on you.."

"yeah?"

you brought your right leg up, your foot resting on the seat, while your dress fell down slightly, exposing yourself to him. then he glanced over and his eyes fell immediately to where your dress had opened up.

"close your legs. now."

"oh c'mon.. i'm just having some fun.. don't you wanna have fun too?"

he just looked back out on the road and ignored you the rest of the drive there. eventually you gave up, huffed and crossed your arms, looking out the window for the remainder of the journey.

when he arrived at the venue, he drove round the car park, making sure to park far away from anyone else, all the way back in the corner.

"did you have to park so far away?"

"yes. now wait there.."

you sat back, but continued to put your heels back on. then he came round, opened your door like a gentleman, but he was anything but. once you were out, he grabbed your hand and pulled you round to his side, pushing you against the door.

"you wanna tease me?"

"mmhm.."

"you wanna know what happens when you tease me?"

"mmhm.."

he pulled you back slightly, opening his door before turning you around and bending you over his seat. then you felt him press up against you from behind, making you whine.

"good girls don't have to beg for it.. but since you misbehaved.. i need to hear you beg for it.."

"please.."

"more."

"need you so badly, please.."

"that it?"

"want your cock.. please?"

"yeah? want it that badly? gonna walk in there with it dripping down your legs?"

"mmhm.. please.. oh, pretty please, sir.."

"'atta girl.."

your heard his belt buckle clink and then your dress is flipped up over your back, feeling him pull your underwear to the side before the head of his dick is pushing against you. then he's pushed inside you fully and you whine, dropping your head against his seat. he was rocking into you, filling you up and all you could do was grab onto the seat and let him fill you up. his hands were gripping your waist, his eyes squeezed shut and he was groaning with every thrust inside you. you mustered up enough courage to turn your head and speak to him.

"if you pull out now.. when we get back home, i'll let you fill me up properly then.."

"yeah?"

"please.."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I’m glad you took a break and are only writing the ideas you want to! ☺️ So it’s totally fine if you aren’t feeling this one but I always need more Quill smut in my life…

Ever since I found out that Peter was swiping on Space Tinder right in front of Bereet in the beginning of Vol. 1 I’ve wanted Slutty!Ravager!Quill x SpaceTinder!Reader. Like you just know he was kind of a jerk back then but he probably also prided himself on making sure you both enjoy it.

-⭐️ 👑

hii!! as I don’t wanna leave you hanging, im gonna give you a few thoughts instead, hope that’s okay! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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quill being a bit of a slut:

peter quill x reader

word count: 403

✧.┊MASTERLIST

— okay so firstly, that mf swiped so hard on you and layed it on THICK in the chat trying to charm you

— he was very funny and charismatic, constantly trying to woo you and make you swoon

— then, he made plans for a date the NEXT DAY!! he was just so eager to see you, quite sweet, really

— he def texted you constantly throughout the night, trying to know more about you, maybe dare I say, trying to get a pic of you (that hurt my heart to type 💔💔 but he was a bit dickish and whorish back then, so it's okay!! it builds character)

— you'd pull his leg a bit and play along, sending a black picture or a screenshot of the loading symbol to make him think you sent but didn't

— you'll sleep peacefully as quill would be restarting his phone, thinking his signal is fucked

— you'll talk again in the morning when you wake up, chatting about your plans for the date later on… and about the non existent photo incident

— he was cute in his pfp, but SO MUCH more handsome in person !! very pretty and charming

— the date went really well!! it all went perfectly, lots of joking, flirting and banter

— maybe you go home with him after (he and it was very very very good) but then he doesn't call back the next day ?!?!?! and kinda leaves you hanging. you're hurt bc you thought the date went well and that you connected etc

— he goes dry and doesn't reply for a while. sorta disappears on you

— you eventually move on, not wanting to be hung up on a guy you were with once

— but then he messages back a few months later, explaining how something happened (the events of vol.1???) and how he doesn't really do second dates and was planning to split after your first meeting

— obviously, you're very hurt and you've moved on (not really) so you take a while to respond

— he tries again, asking to take you out for a drink to make up for his absence

— he wants to see you again, so he does the unthinkable and apologises!! saying he never wanted to hurt you and never expected to meet someone so perfect for him on a dating app, especially so soon

— you accept and go on the date

— many more follow, and you're now happy together !! <3

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

quill taglist: @annielr @spacetalbot @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @traiitorjoe @y4-mama

[sincerelykarai]

Wake up!

Authors Note: This is another Oneshot of Rocket ^^ btw this was inspired by that one scene in helluva boss Ghostf*ckers so kinda spoilers for that? Just read at your own risk ig 🤷‍♀️ Also its angst with a side of hurt/comfort!

Trigger warnings: Gore, Violent depictions,swearing and other stuff like that

He doesn't even remember how this happened. One minute he was in the Milano safe and sound in his quarters, the next he was small and fragile, running around the lab. It seemed like eerie, endless hallways with dim, flickering lights and rusted cages. He could hear other animals whining, howling, but it was all muffled compared to his paws hitting the metal ground beneath him and the sound of his heart pumping blood which was rushing through his ears.

"You can't outrun me, 89P13!" Rocket heard the High Evolutionary shout, and he felt his heart as if it was in his throat, choking out any air. He continued running, hallway after hallway without stopping. He stopped once his legs gave out with a tremble, panting as he caught his breath even if he heard the scientists coming after him. It wasn't long before he started running again, turning through hallway after hallway before he felt something shove him, and he tumbled into the ground.

"What the..?-" He mumbled, before noticing the similar white rabbit above him, with the multiple thin metal legs. "Floor? What are you-"

"HOW COULD YOU?!" Floor screeched, her voice sounding more metallic and her body coated in warm, red blood. "Rocket got floor killed! Rocket got floor killed!" She repeated over and over again in the high pitched, screeching voice.

"What?! No, it was an accident I swear!-" Rocket exclaimed but Floor tried to swipe him, digging one of her sharp legs into his arm, hot, stinging blood dripping down his arm. Rocket took off running again, this time limping slightly and leaving a trail of blood behind him.

"No, no no no no-" He chanted in his head. "Just a dream just a dream just a stupid fucking dream-" He continued running, hallway after hallway, he felt like a rat stuck in a maze.

"Rocket?" Lylla called out, and he froze in place.

"Lylla!" Rocket almost broke into a sob, running into her arms, even if they were cold and made of metal, he could still feel the love and warmth in them.

"Lylla, I- I was having the worst dream-" He practically cried, as Lylla quietly shushed him, running a metal paw through his fur.cHe finally felt safe....

Until he felt something dripping down his fur.

He glanced up, only to see Lylla's face mauled, covered in blood and flesh and bone. "Why'd you do it?" Is all the face said, but the odd sweetness in her tone sent chills down his spine. Soon her whole body was falling apart, blood coating his paws.

"Wait wait wait- Lylla please! I'm sorry please don't go!" Rocket sobbed, trying to grab onto her but there was nothing to grab apart from the raw feeling of bone. "LYLLA DON'T GO!-" He screamed, before everything faded to black.

"Rocket, wake up!" Quill shouted, shaking Rocket awake.

Rocket woke up with a gasp, his chest heaving and his fur damp with cold sweat. "I- where-"

"Dude, you're fine. It's me, Quill." *He reassured him, holding his shoulders.

"But.. Who's Lylla?"

[caesarhamato22]

So.

I’m debating on participating in Rocketober!

Writing a Drabble for every day of October based on this list:

(They’ll either be a Rocket x Reader, or just about Rocket himself)

If you guys have any ideas/suggestions for any of these themes, send them through the ask box!!

Now, it’s not certain that I’m doing this because October is a pretty busy month for me, but just in case, please send through any ideas you’d like to read!

And I have a few in my drafts for some of these, so not every suggestion will be written, I apologise! 

[elegant-fleuret]

im going on a 6 hour train ride today, if anyone sees this and wants me to like idk doodle them/their OC or give me a prompt for a drabble??? not promising that any will be good but I don't want to watch my partner play destiny on his dumb stream deck

preferably GotG, but doesn't have to be rocket specific.

[celestial-blade]

Masterlist (ever-expanding)

for all my little oneshots and such that I've posted to Tumblr

My event-specific masterlist by event is here!

Stardew Valley

My farmer OCs info can be found here!

Harvey

ft. OC farmer Maia

Hypothermic Health Risk Sharing food (Fluffuary 2025)

Sam

ft. OC farmer Idalia

In Front of the Whole Town Notice (me) Flirting (Fluffuary 2025) Flowers (Fluffuary 2025) Axe Upgrades (oc x canon week 2025)

Sebastian

ft. OC farmer Willa

Sneaking out (Fluffuary 2025)

Elliott

ft. OC farmer Rose

Feelings Realisation (Fluffuary 2025) This made me think of you (Fluffuary 2025)

Descendants (mostly OCs)

Can we talk? (Hannah x Chase) (Fluffuary 2025) The Dress (Elianna x Alexander) (Fluffuary 2025) Absolute Trust (Elizabeth x Edward) (Fluffuary 2025) Outsider's Observations (Privateers) (Fluffuary 2025) Secret Stationary (Rosie x Austin xmas oneshot) Give Me Love (Rosie x Austin) (Fluffuary 2025) Gift Giving (Ivy x Ryan) (Fluffuary 2025) Silly Pet Names (Jediah x Adaline) (Fluffuary 2025) Long Conversations (Jediah x Adaline) (Fluffuary 2025) Private Language (Jediah x Adaline) (Fluffuary 2025) Hey Soul Sister (Bianca x Bradley) (Fluffuary 2025)

Marvel

Guardians of the Galaxy

aka Cosmic Misadventures ft. OC Cassiopeia Nova Knox

Girls on Film Caretaking (Fluffuary 2025)

Spider-Man

aka With Love, Juliet ft. OC Juliet Harvey

Recovery Writing (Fluffuary 2025)

[itsscromp]

Okay so I have this idea rattling in my brain,

Rocket raccoon with reader (anthro fox) who's been his best friend for awhile even before they met the rest of the team. Reader has a weird little habit of brushing her fingers through rockets fur to smooth it out and kind of just tiding and grooming his fur before bed or as a sign to head to bed

(this is probably a bad idea but i saw your Rocket raccoon requests and thought I'd share) p.s drink lots of water and have a good day <333

-🐀 Rat anon (if u do anons)

Bedtime routine

Nice to meet you🐀 Rat anon :D *sips water* refreshing, And no it's not a bad idea at all I like it. Could I be able to do this as a gender-neutral reader as well ??

You and Rocket have known each other for a very long time, Even before the guardians were formed. You both have similar backgrounds, falling victim to the high evolutionary's experiments. When you two escaped counter-earth, you only had each other to rely on.

One of the things that you normally do to sort of calm yourself down but in a way to help Rocket is you groom your nails through his fur. Just to help tidy it up a bit before bed. This was no different tonight.

Once you finished your tasks and washed your fur, You slipped into your pyjamas and went to go find Rocket, Finding him working hard on a project. Knowing that once Rocket was working on a project he would never come out of it. So you walked over and began to groom the back of his head, He tensed up a little before relaxing once he realised it was you.

"I know y/n, But I gotta get this finished before the next mission" He lightly grumbled, trying his best to not lean into your touch.

"Rocket, come on... You promised me that you'd try to go to bed a little earlier, I don't want to deal with your cranky ass tomorrow" You chuckled as you moved to groom his tail.

Usually, you would groom his tail cause one calms you down the most, the other being hearing Rocket purr. "You know I hate that fox." He said in between his purrs, That's a nickname he usually gives to you, you in return calling him Rocky.

"Please... It'll still be here tomorrow" You pleaded once more as you looked at him, giving your almost puppy eyes to tell him.

Soon he sighed as he put the gadget down and hopped down from the bench. "Alright alright fox" He chuckled. The two of you nuzzled your muzzles against each other before fist bumping. "Goodnight Rocky" You then moved to the shared bunk bed you had.

Rocket usually had his own ways of showing his affection for his best friend, when you were falling asleep, he would climb up to the top bunk where you are and curl up to you, which you instinctively do as well. laying their, cuddled up drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[emeraldserenade]

omg im obsessed with ur writing????

would u be down to write a joaquin torres x gotg!reader?? i think it’d be really cute if reader doesnt know what to make of him since theyve only known the guardians their whole life and arent keen on new people..so joaquin, being joaquin, makes it his mission to break down their walls and show them that they can trust him??

( giggling bc im thinking of the scene in gotg 1 where peter attempts to dance with gamora and she tries to fight him because she didn’t know what he was trying to do )

does that make sense? i am v bad at writing reqs i apologize oh my goodness😭😭😭

Who Doesn't Love Me ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Joaquín is used to everyone loving him from the moment they meet

tw: fem!reader, gotg!reader, reader has a small self deprecation moment, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I'm obsessed with this idea! A little disappointed I didn't even think of it!! And yes this makes PERFECT sense, I am the queen of nonsensical rambling when I get an idea stuck in my head (my best friend can attest to that). Are you all sick of me writing yet? Probably not, I'm taking hours between posts 💀

➽──────────────❥

Joaquín Torres truly believed everyone was going to love him as soon as they meet him. Not in a cocky way, but in the way that everyone in his life has loved him pretty much as soon as they met him.

Then you came along, you were smart, pretty, capable of getting anything done, and you didn't like him. Ok, you didn't not like him, you just weren't sure about him.

You grew up on Yondu's ship with only the people on it as your social points, you weren't the greatest when it came to new people. You were polite, you smiled at Joaquín and gave him a small wave, but nothing more. You didn't necessarily go out of your away avoid him, you just tried to stay out of his way. You would slink off when he entered a room, you would keep your interactions short, and you would be polite yet short with him in unavoidable conversations.

It drove Joaquín crazy, he couldn't stand the thought of someone, especially you, not liking him. He tried his hardest, he would keep talking to you and seeking you out until you liked him. But it never worked, you kept running from him like he was diseased.

"I just don't get it Sam," Joaquín fell onto the couch of the little lake house everyone was staying in. Your crew's ship outside and broken and unusable until someone came with a replacement piece. "Why won't she talk to me?"

"Have you tried letting her come to you? She's been in space her whole life, she's probably not used to all of this," Sam gestured to around them vaguely.

"You're probably right," Joaquín mumbled and shifted to look at the TV.

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Joaquín did what Sam said, he let you come to him. And you did, after the third day of Joaquín not coming to you, you started to miss him. You missed his stupid jokes, his attempts to include you, and his voice. You missed his goddamn voice and face, and you hated it.

"And then boom!" Peter was telling a dramatized version of some events.

"That's not what happened, he was too busy staring at Gamora," you muttered under your breath, not thinking anyone was listening to you. But you were wrong, Joaquín was and he let out a quiet laugh at your words.

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Your relationship with Joaquín changed from that moment, you would spent more time with him and got more comfortable with being around him. You were in the room he was staying in as he was putting his laundry away, his music was playing. In a language he said was Spanish, one of the many spoken on Earth. Joaquín extended his hand out to you and you gently took it, confused.

"Dance with me," Joaquín told you and you tilted your head.

"Dance?" You questioned.

"You do now how to dance?"

"I don't know what dance is," you muttered, looking away in embarrassment.

"I'll teach you," he told you, his voice soft. He moved one of his hands to your waist and you took a step back ready to fight him. "You need to trust me," his voice was quieter but you nodded, letting him grab your waist gently and pull you closer to him again. You may not know how to dance, but you could tell that you were moving too slow for the song. Joaquín guided you to sway side to side with him, both of his hands on your waist while yours were locked behind his neck.

"This is how you dance?" You made eye contact with Joaquín, uncertainty dancing in your eyes.

"With someone you like, yeah," Joaquín felt the wave of confidence he had wash away when your eyebrows furrowed and you stopped moving for a moment.

"You like me?" It came out more self deprecating than you wanted it to, but you couldn't take it back now.

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?"

"I'm from space, I know I'm a little weird," you said it like it was an end all be all.

"I'm from Florida, I'm used to weird," you scrunched your eyebrows again.

"Florida?"

"I've got a lot to teach you, mi vida," Joaquín gently laughed as he pressed his forehead to yours.

"Does that mean you actually like me?" Joaquín could see the hopefulness dance across your face.

"Yeah, it does," Joaquín affirmed and you smiled at him.

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"Ready to go?" Nebula grabbed your arm but you just stood there, your expression neutral as you stared at Joaquín standing there waving at you.

"I," you looked away from Joaquín and towards your friends, your family. "I think I want to stay," you muttered, looking down at the ground beneath your feet.

"We know," Peter gave you a small smile and you whipped your head up to look at him.

"What?" You all but shrieked.

"We see the way you look at the bird boy," Mantis informed you. "I can feel the love radiating from the two of you," she continued.

"You're not mad?" You questioned and they all shook their head.

"Stay safe, kid. We'll come visit," Rocket gave your leg a hug and you smile down at him. You said your goodbyes to your family before stepping back to stand with Joaquín, his arm wrapping around your waist as soon as he could.

"Think you're ready to learn some more?" Joaquín asked, trying to ease the tension in your shoulders.

"Can I pick what I learn first?" You questioned, fighting off the smirk threatening to take over your face.

"Sure, go ahead," Joaquín smiled at you. You said nothing as you kissed him, it was a quick peck on his lips but it lingered long enough for him to process it.

"Think you can teach me how to improve my skills?" You tilted your head as you spoke, your smirk finally breaking free. Joaquín had a smirk of his own before pulling you to him by the waist, your lips meeting in the middle.

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rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day six bite ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

low-grade spice & fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | minific | word count: 2,266.

“That’s — a big frickin’ scar you got there.”

Your eyes flare wide and you twist in your seat so fast you nearly spin off it, staring at the stranger who has just hoisted himself onto the barstool next to you. Not because you recognize the voice — you don’t yet, though you will — but just because it’s such a personal remark.

And you’re a little bit sensitive about the scar, if you’re being honest. It’s something of a souvenir.

Then recognition clicks in. Because there he is: short. Covered in fur. Velveteen ears and a dark mask, and a plush ringtail that sweeps behind him. Eyes like red stars.

Cutie.

You stare at him, breath sucked right out of your lungs. He’s got hesitation scrawled and sprawled all over his face: ears flicking down and tail lashing once, nervously. His claws clink against his massive, nearly-empty stein of Xitarish whiskey. 

You tear your eyes away and stare down at the ring of pearly ridges stitched into your arm — like maybe there were answers carved into your flesh there all along, and you’d just never noticed. Or like each toothmark is a lodestar, and together the circle of them can help get you home. 

“Isn’t it rude? To comment on a stranger’s scars?” you breathe out, trying to buy yourself time as all the pieces begin falling together. 

He blinks at you, and shifts uncomfortably. “Uh, Jemiah.” He gestures at the owner of The Boot, who just so happens to be your boss. “Next drink’s on me.”

“Sure thing, Rocket,” Jemiah says warmly — far more warmly than you’ve ever heard from him before. 

You feel your eyes flare wide. “You’re Rocket?” you manage to utter, eyes scrolling up and down him again. “One of the people who bought this damn skull? The pilot — the Guardian of the Galaxy or whatever?”

Somehow he looks even more uncomfortable. “Guardians of the Galaxy. Plural. We’re — a team.”

You exhale slowly — measuredly — and try to loosen all the small feathers of confusion crowding up your head, downy-soft. And as you let go of all those wisps, adrenaline rushes in to take their place: the intoxication of suddenly seeing him. Meeting him — for real this time. Having a name to put with the memory. 

Your smile blows wide. You can’t help yourself. 

“The cutie has a team,” you murmur under your breath, and you feel the blood rush to your cheeks when his eyes sharpen on you. He shifts on his stool, but his shoulders relax a little, and the corner of his mouth twitches. 

“Don’t listen to him, Jemiah,” you call out. “His drink’s on me.”

Your boss ducks to hide his grin even as the cutie in question — Rocket, you think, with a pleased little grin — grimaces. “Wait—“ he starts.

You click your tongue and shake your head, cutting him off and grinning. “Not a chance. You bought this stupid skull out from under the Collector and made it a tolerable place to live? There’s no way you’re buying the drinks. I have to show my gratitude somehow.”

You drop your lids to half-mast and raise a brow, hoping he knows that you’re happy to show your gratitude in a few other ways as well. The risk of offering brings a nervous little buzz to your belly. 

As for him — well, you get the sense that he’s a guy who doesn’t let himself flounder very often, but right now his face is flickering between so many emotions that you can’t possibly catch them all. Shock, and then a brief flash of something like smugness, followed immediately by a flash of narrow-eyed skepticism — then a sort of uncertain hesitance, a brief twinge of humor, and finally, a cynical half-sneer. Then he starts right back at the beginning and does it all over again.

It’s fascinating.  

“Did you know,” you say slowly when Jemiah sets down the fresh drinks, “that I work here at The Boot?”

The stranger — no longer a stranger, you suppose; no longer just the cutie — no, Rocket pauses in his cycle of expressions, takes a slug of his new stein of whiskey, and shakes himself out. 

Where the hell does he put it? you wonder. The stein is as big as his whole torso, you think.

But he doesn’t seem buzzed at all. Instead, he casts you a measuring, sideways glance, entirely too alert for your tastes. 

“You don’t say,” he drawls at last, one brow raised as his spine eases a little more.

“Mmhmm,” you say mildly. “It’s my day off.” You pause meaningfully and take another sip of your own drink. “Didn’t used to get days off in Exitar. Or anywhere else on Knowhere, as a matter of fact.”

His eyes track your hands, and flick to your face. 

“Guess the difference is all thanks to you,” you tell him lightly, and tilt your glass toward him. “Here’s to the happy change in leadership.”

He studies you, and waits till you set your drink down again. 

“So. Uh. How long you worked here?” he asks — as if he didn’t already have at least some idea.

You grin into your glass. “Long enough to have developed a very strict set of rules for my survival.”

His ears flick. You’re glad he’s indulging you — playing along for now. “What’re the rules?”

You lean back. “I’m glad you asked,” you tease, and splay out one hand so you can count them on your fingers. “Number one. Avoid the Collector at all costs.”

He snorts. “Well, guess you’re not a complete idiot,” he mutters, and then slashes his red-amber eyes at you and flinches, like he thinks maybe you’re going to be offended. 

But you only wink at him. Not a chance, cutie.  “Number two. Never hide all your units in one place — or on one datacard.”

A smirk curls the corner of his mouth and his nose twitches.

“Three. Always lock your doors behind you. And four, Don’t walk home alone from the Boot.” The smirk slides off his face at that and his eyes flash, so you rush along to the next rule, hoping to lighten the mood again. “Five. Always get customers’ money before you hand them their booze.”

There you go. The little curve is back at the corner of his mouth, even if his brow is still furrowed — almost like he’s distressed. 

You lean sideways and nudge him with your elbow. “And finally, number six.” He looks up at you and his ears tilt, eyes locked on yours like glimmering red stones. You lean so close you know your breath will flutter in the curve of his ear, and you drop your voice to a whisper. “Don’t try to break up fights.”

The pilot rears back, nearly tumbling backward off his stool, and you reach for him before you both catch yourselves. Reeling your outstretched hand back into yourself, you instead gift him a reckless grin and turn to your drink once more.

“It’s not a comprehensive list,” you tell him pragmatically, “and it isn’t in any particular order, but it’s kept me alive this long.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Rocket says, and his voice is suddenly raspy and low. “Even that last one?”

The laughter surprises you, fluttering up behind your ribs and escaping between your lips, soft  and velvety and hushed. 

“I only broke that one once,” you tell him, lifting your glass to your mouth and half-hiding your grin behind it. You can tell your eyes are sparkling, though. “And it’s not like I ever regretted it.”

He makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Sounds like you got a story.”

“Mmm,” you acknowledge, and you keep your voice playful. “It was years ago, now. I knew all the regulars back then — well, I still do, but more of them were jackasses back in the day. And this guy comes in — someone I’d never seen before. Swaggering, carrying a cannon twice as big as himself. Maybe — three feet tall? A true Short King.”

He’s got his stein to his lips and he chokes on a mouthful of whiskey, sputtering. “A what?”

You ignore him, still casting him that teasing half-smile and raising an eyebrow. “He had pretty eyes, and I remember him being more foulmouthed than a landlocked Ravager.”

“Pretty — what?” 

“Keep up, Rocket,” you taunt lightly, tapping a finger to the air just an inch away from the top of his nose, and his eyes go narrow. Everything on his face is suddenly promising retribution, but you’re reckless with glee now.

And you’ll be happy to pay up if he actually comes to collect. 

“I told him that I needed payment up front when he ordered—“

“Get the money before you hand them their booze,” he echoes Rule Five, eyes still hunting you, and you nod with mock-approval. 

“You get it,” you say with a chuckle. “Anyway, his response was just to swipe another patron’s datacard right in front of me and hand it over.” You can still fucking see it: his challenging half-grin, one brow raised.  “I think I stared at him for a full thirty seconds, but this cutie just smirked up at me. Brazen as fuck.”

You laugh softly at the memory, and Rocket — who might as well be your new landlord, you’ve realized — grumbles something under his breath. 

“Anyway, I was kinda smitten,” you admit with a little curve in your mouth, still buzzing the inside of your belly. 

It’s the truth, too.  You’d never thought that raccoon can get it before, but there you were. 

And here you are. 

To your surprise, Rocket goes quiet at that. The pilot of the famous — or infamous — Guardians of the Galaxy, and one of the new owners of Knowhere: still and silent for a long moment. 

Maybe he’ll slip out of his chair and leave, you think, and the flutters in your belly twist in sudden regret. Maybe you’ve scared him off. 

But when he speaks, his voice is like crystallized maple syrup: rich and gritty, waiting to crumble and melt and scrub against your skin.

“He’s why you got into a fight?”

You weigh out your options here. What to say? You’d lost sight of the cutie thanks to his height and the constant surge of new customers, and you’d sort of forgotten about him in the moment, to be honest — though you’re sure you’d have remembered later, alone in your shitty little room — but then you’d heard the sudden cacophonous boom of his enormous augmented cannon. There’d been screaming and crashing, and you’d woven yourself  between the bodies toward the sound. Just to assess, just to figure out what kind of danger you’d been in—

Fucking B’darl — the worst of your regular patrons — had entered into view and suddenly hoisted the cutie right up into the air before slamming him down into the orloni fighting ring. 

You hadn’t thought about it — about anything, really — just thrown yourself through the crowd, toward the fighting ring. By the time you’d gotten there, B’darl had the cutie pinned to the miniature arena’s floor by the throat.  Both the orloni and the f’saki had cowered back, blood-soaked and wounded, from the sudden interference in their battle-to-the-death. 

Looks like you wandered outta the ring, the fucking brute had sneered.Time to go back to brawling with the other vermin, you little monster. 

B’darl had lifted his other fist, easily the size of your entire head.

My money’s on the f’saki, though. 

You’d surged between them without thinking, latching onto B’darl’s massive forearm, knocking his fist to one side.

You shrug. “It was worth it,” you tell Rocket mildly, and take another sip of your drink.

His eyes drop to the ring of teethmarks in your arm again. He opens his mouth to speak, and you cut in.

“My own fault,” you tell him. “I should’ve known the cutie could handle himself. I got in the way.”

You can still remember how his firelight-eyes had stared up at you from behind a mouthful of flesh and blood, stunned and maybe horrified, teeth sunk almost to the bone.  In a worse timeline, maybe you’d have tried to rip your arm away. But here, in this one, you’d curled around him instinctively. Protectively. 

And then he’d reached around you smoothly and snagged B’darl’s ion pistol, and you’d heard the gun go off as he’d squeezed the trigger, blind.

“My only regret is that I lost sight of him in the aftermath,” you tell him with a shrug. You try for a teasing smile but it suddenly feels strained, tense on your mouth. You’d been too flushed with adrenaline when you’d first started this conversation. Now, suddenly, the nerves are present: rattling and twitching behind your sternum. Your fingers shake a little and you clamp them onto your glass. “Didn’t even catch his name.” 

He doesn’t say anything, and you squeeze your eyes shut. When you finally get the fluttering in your vagus nerve under control, you hazard a look up at him. 

His eyes are on your forearm though: the circle of silken raised marks, just three shades lighter than the rest of your skin, and strangely — almost prettily — translucent. His finger reaches out: dark and clawed, his touch like warm leather. You go so still that you can’t blink, can’t even breathe as he paints a ring of warmth on your skin, looping the circlet of scars onto his fingertip like pearls threaded on a string.

The flutters are back, full-force. 

Slowly, Rocket drags his gaze up to yours, sunset-eyes glowing.  “Cutie works.”

@hibatasblog deserves so much more & better than this little ficlet but i am dedicating it to them anyway because they regularly call rocket "short king" and i cannot get it out of my head. deepest love to them & all their writing (please do yourselves a favor and check out their ao3 fics if you have not already)

look i just feel like (1) rocket is a cutie and if you say it in the right tone, he'll be flattered enough to not kill you and (2) there's no way he'd ever forget the stranger who jumped into a fight on his behalf — and probably got scarred for it — back before he met the guardians. which is when the og encounter takes place fyi. forget about the fact that i don't think we know if he had ever been there before gamora brought them along — i headcanon that where two or more lowlifes gather, so too there is rocket.

sidenote oh my god i literally cannot stop with the increasing wordcount. day seven (when i eventually get around to it) is gonna be SHORT. it's a promise/challenge to myself. anyway i think my writing quality peaked with machinery and i'm sorry this is so late

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[shyficwriter]

AAAA I LOVE THIS!! Could you 22, 6, A and K with Yondu and reader?

Sure! Thanks for the prompt! 6. First Snow Fall 22. Cold Hands A. Hugging K. Cuddling (It looked like you wanted something more romantic so I tried my best!) [Send me a prompt and I'll write a drabble] ***

"Aw, dammit. This part of the planet wasn't supposed to be expectin' snow for at least another week!" Yondu grumbled as he brushed some snow off his leathers, staring in disgruntled dismay at the still falling white crystals.

Had he been with his ship maybe he wouldn't be so grumpy- but considering the two of you were camped about a mile away from the ship, staking out a potential new score, you understood his mood at waking up to being covered in snow.

"On the bright side, heard this place is supposed to be beautiful when it snows," you reasoned, before grinning. "Annd... maybe this will teach you to finally start taking a break around Christmas."

Yondu grumbled some more, pointedly ignoring you while digging around in his pack. He tossed it aside with a grumpy sigh and leaned back against the dead tree he had been sleeping under. "Must've left my damn gloves back on the ship."

Smiling softly you took his hands in your gloved ones, and said you could help him keep them warm. You bit your lip, hoping that you weren't coming across as too forward. After all, he was still your captain. There was a chance he'd turn down any advances you made for that reason alone.

It was clear from his expression that he didn't know how to feel at that offer. He wasn't used to offers of kindness, and he wasn't sure if this was only kindness coming from you. However, he didn't pull away. Instead, he quickly recovered and with a smirk pulled you closer to him, making you let out a surprised squeak at the sudden motion.

Now you were sitting beside him, touching, as he'd pulled one hand from yours and put it around you to pull you into a side-hug beside him.

"Oh-" you exclaim playfully. "Moving straight to cuddling, now are we?" You were surprised at this sudden escalation, but in truth you were glad to see he had taken it well, instead of immediately distancing himself or turning cold at the gesture.

"Just trying to keep my hands warm..." he answered, with a little too much cheek in his voice. You quickly realized why when you felt his hand reach up and place itself on the warm skin of your neck, just inside the collar of your coat.

This caused you to let out a shriek and you jolted in your position, swatting at him. "Your hands are freezing!" you scold. And to think you had worried about being too forward... at least he hadn't decided to put his hands up the back of your shirt instead.

Yondu just sat there chuckling and grappling for your swatting hands. "Hush- you're gonna give away our position, now!"

Quickly remembering that you were, indeed, still on a job you settled down, not wanting to be at fault if it went south, but you still gave Yondu a playfully cross look. All in all, despite him being an ass, this was actually going pretty well.

He merely grinned back at you and pulled you in once again, turning your attention to the seemingly abandoned building across the field from where you both were sat, where your mark was set to show up soon if everything were to go as planned.

You found yourself relaxing against him, and you could have sworn he did as well.

Until his freezing hands found their way back against your neck again under the guise of 'trying to get warm,' all while teasing you to be quiet lest you give your position away.

This time you made sure to grab his hands and hold them in yours, but you noticed that he didn't complain at all. Just sat there, one arm around you, both hands held in yours, pretending to be completely fixated on watching the building across the field, pretending not to notice when you relaxed into him once again.

It wasn't lost on you that you were seeing a side of him that rarely, if ever, saw the light of day, but next time you were definitely going to bring extra gloves.

[star-quill]

ok but listen...... neighbour!peter who knows better than to watch you from his bedroom window while you get dressed. but he doesn't know you're doing it on purpose. he doesn't know the little show is all for him.

then you pause while getting dressed one day and decide to just lounge about topless. peter's eyes don't leave you as you flop down onto your bed, facing away from him. your short skirt flipped up slightly when you lay down and that's when he notices the lack of underwear. he rips his eyes away this time and walks into his bathroom, shedding himself of his clothes and hopping into the shower. the cold water drips down his back as he tries to think of anything but you.

but he can't. all he can see is you. you laying on your bed, topless and tossing around whole your hand's between your legs. he tries to stop thinking about it, even avoids you in the street outside your house when he grabs his mail. but you surprise him, sneaking up on him.

"jesus.. oh, hi.. i uhm.. i'd love to stay and chat but.. i gotta get back inside.."

"you want another show?"

"do i want a..? what?"

"a show.. y'know.. when you watch me from your bedroom.."

"you're doing it on purpose?"

"well.. yeah? been wanting you to notice me for a while now.."

peter then can't drag you back into his house fast enough.

[midnightshindig]

i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal