#rocket raccoon x peter quill

[emeraldmoka05]

GOTG 3

Am I the only one who is super obsessed with Peter's constant statements of Rocket being his Best Friend? Like, it's been obvious they're close throughout the series but this kind of solidifies just how important Rocket is to Peter.

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And Peter sobbing when Rocket almost dies and then comes back to life hit me so hard, and him hugging Rocket ugh I can't with them 💜

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[Groans in frustration] Ugh i love them

[lupin3germs]

“Let me have this moment with you,”

Little storyboard animatic i drew (60 minutes) after i got inspired by the thumbnail of HakuSpokus’s ‘She-TOH animatic’

So um. Here, have some Roquill kissing. I funckin love this so much actually. Wish i had time to clean it up and actually animate it T^T

[nerdy-and-dedicated]

Okay, so this happened. I have no regrets or shame. If you want to make your own the site I used is below.

[starmunchandthefunkybunch]

Some thoughts about vol 2 (Roquill focused):

There's a tension between Peter and Rocket throughout the entire Vol 2. It's not that palpable (or really even developed too much, yet) during the sound system set up (and although Peter wasn't entirely for the music, it not being the most important thing right now, he wasn't MAD). It does start to develop later. I have a theory as to why/when it actually started to develop which may be briefly discussed.

Anyhows, moving on.

Gamora, Rocket, and Peter all check in on baby Groot multiple times.

Drax and Groot have more of a brotherly bond. He doesn't warn Groot to be careful, he 'warns him' or 'intimidates him' about his dancing during the fight but not out of worry, out of genuine annoyance, like a sibling would. Whenever Drax crashes into the music, Groot kicks and hits him. Brothers, that's brotherhood.

Later on, Drax takes all of his belongings with him on the trip to Ego because he doesn't want Groot messing with his stuff. Classic big brother, little brother dynamic.

It's either, extremely immature/impulsive uncle and mischievous nephew or brothers. Drax is NOT a Father figure to Groot, no matter what.

Back to the fight.

Peter shouts, 'Rocket! Get it to look up!' and with NO HESITATION, Rocket knows exactly what Peter means (which is a recurring part of their dynamic and goes to show they are married) and then Peter flies up to join him.

During the fight, Rocket and Peter mirror each other exactly.

(and I noticed that Rocket gets real loud when he fights. It brings him exultation and he's ecstatic.)

But Peter and Rocket are side by side during the fight, mirroring. Rocket checks in on Peter frequently and Peter looks worriedly over at Rocket too (though not as much). During the fight, they get caught up in flames, and although it's Rocket whose gun catches fire, Rocket still shouts 'Quill!' and worriedly scans him. The look on Rocket's face is terrified. His eyes wide, mouth open. The only reason why his gun catches fire is because he was distracted and looking out for Quill.

Bam! That's when the tension started. I think. Rocket wasn't looking out for himself and was too caught up in what Quill was doing. He realized how deeply and truly in love he was. He couldn't afford to go through the pain of loss he didn't choose again. Rocket felt that, which is why he steals the batteries. To put distance between them, but also because he doesn't know how to cope with this.

Rocket's smart. He knew they would've been found out for stealing the batteries. He did not do it, 'on a whim'. Yeah, they're cool, and yeah, he could do some awesome shit with them, but he also loves his family. He wasn't surprised when they were found. He was like, 'ah damn.' but not surprised. His expression when looking at the batteries was contemplative, and then, when they insulted Peter, which he hated, it cemented his decision for him. Screw those bastards, sorta thing. It was a combination of realizing he was in love with Quill and creating distance to protect himself (which is why he FIRST steals the batteries) and then the Sovereign were stuck up bitches that insulted Quill which really made him settled in his decision.

He was already gonna steal the batteries (gotta create distance) but now it was mixed in with a good heaping of 'screw these conceited dicks'

I also think he wasn't fully aware of how destructive and zealous the Sovereign could be.

That's my headcanon.

Back to what I noticed.

Drax is everyone's best friend. In this movie Rocket limits his interaction with Quill, and he has a lot more interactions with Gamora, Groot, and Drax. Something that made me laugh, is after Rocket insults the Gold™️ People, because he truly hated how they insulted Peter, his baby boo...friend, Drax picks Rocket up by his vest/jumpsuit and turns him around as they walk away. Drax is smiling and Rocket is laughing.

They're just....they're just best friends. I love them. Then Rocket is like, 'you wanna buy some batteries?' and Drax guffaws. They're best friends. Drax is best friends with literally everyone in the team.

This is why Drax and Rocket are best friends and Peter and Rocket are...more. The dynamics are completely different. There is SO MUCH tension between Peter and Rocket. Just like Drax and Peter are best friends. Look at the difference in dynamics and that'll tell ya a lot. Just like Nebula and Rocket are best friends and Nebula and Peter are friends and, yeah, I could go on, but there is extreme tension between Rocket and Peter. Rocket and Gamora are friends.

I noticed a similarity between Gamora and Peter and Rocket and Peter and that is that they both bicker-flirt. Both ships bicker-flirt. Anyways.

Then whenever the Sovereign catch up to them and they're going through the astro-field, they're hit by one, there is the same terror-stricken expression on Rocket's face. And he's not looking at Groot, or Gamora, or Drax. He looks right at Peter. His mouth open, like he wants to say something. They could very well die, and he looks at Peter with terror, and worry, and love, and he opens his mouth to say something.

It's over too soon for him to though, cuz they're crashing, and there's a tiny man killing all the Sovereign, and they've survived, and Rocket's defenses are back up.

I didn't really notice anything in the next few scenes. Rocket just playfully chasing after Peter (he's launched himself at a person from a longer distance away and incapacitated them with no problem, if he was truly upset, he'd have actually hurt Peter) swiping his hands at him and Peter blocking. They're cute.

During the campfire scene, which I believe has been noticed before, Rocket is listening throughout the entire thing. He sits directly across from Peter, mirroring him and angled towards him, and his ears flick in interest with anything having to do with Peter. His head is slightly cocked to the side in intrigue.

Rocket, in the comics, I believe, can smell emotions, and so he would've been able to smell Drax's amusement or, being as observant as he is, noticed it. He absolutely knew what Drax was gonna do. He lightly snapped at Mantis because of it.

They're best friends. They're family. Rocket was absolutely in on the joke.

'Never break the chain' has been noticed/discussed before. Peter is upset with Rocket and Rocket is pushing Peter away (because he loves him). I honestly don't think Peter views it as him leaving Rocket. I think Peter views it as Rocket leaving him . After all, Rocket is the one who has been putting distance between them.

They leave. Peter is upset so it's not much of a sting to him to go with Ego and leave everything unresolved (and, throughout it all, he still trusts Rocket) but to Rocket it's a gaping wound he's ignoring cuz he placed it there.

Whenever Gamora and Peter are on the balcony, Peter tries to distract her from contacting Rocket, several times, implying it's obviously on his mind and he doesn't want to think about it.

Rocket's urgency, his need to get to Peter as fast as he can. He's so urgent he doesn't even know they're gonna fight a planet.

Yondu helping/forcing him to realize/face his shit and his love for Peter.

Gamora and Rocket interacting. Her correcting Nebula when she calls Rocket a fox. Really, just Gamora defending Rocket's technology, correcting people when they call him a raccoon or a fox. Just Gamora being respectful towards Rocket. That's solidarity right there. I love their friendship. Rocket trusting Gamora's skills, too.

Despite Peter feeling whatever he felt about Rocket, he's still so relieved to see him. He cranes his neck to look at Rocket, making his posture awful, and probably uncomfortable, just to look at him.

Two seconds after seeing each other, reading each other's minds. Rocket is jubilant, he's so damn happy to see Peter again. He's talking super fast, and grinning so wide. In this scene, all Peter had to do is say, 'Rocket' and Rocket got the lasers ready to cut into the planet That's some mind-reading, married couple, soulmate shit.

And, again, Rocket immediately understands what Quill means when he says, 'well...' whenever they're discussing the way to get the bomb to Egos core. He doesn't even need to elaborate for Rocket to understand that Groot is the only one who could attach the bomb to Egos core. Then the teasing griping that Rocket does. They're just...two married people griping and having to go through the strains of marriage throughout the entire movie.

And as soon as Rocket is around Peter again, Peter's eyes are locked on Rocket quite often. It's like he doesn't notice anyone else. When they're getting ready to go out of the aircraft to investigate the core, he looks intently at him, and even then, whenever Rocket is telling Groot what he should do, Peter stays within ear shot. He just likes being near Rocket. It's shown again right after the superhero shot, with them all standing together, when Peter goes up to Rocket right when shit hits the fan, and the first person Peter looks to when Ego starts grabbing things with his energy tentacles? The very first? Is Rocket.

He only looks back to Gamora when she gets pulled to the damn beyond.

He looks at Yondu whenever he shouts at him.

He looks at Rocket throughout the entire fight.

The tension is gone after the fight, after losing the father he'd had his entire life and only realized just then he had him, after killing the father that was never there. The tension is gone and Peter has probably already forgiven Rocket, the sting that never really was or at least wasn't as acknowledged or noticed, dissipated, and yet Rocket's wound was still aching, and so Rocket apologizes in his own way, and Peter understands.

Then, only then, do Gamora and Peter get together.

I also like how the Guardians just adopt anyone. 'You have a complex relationship with your creator? Wonderful. You'll fit right in.' They just fuckin adopted Mantis because she was kind...kinda fucked up.

Basically, this movie is about Rocket and Peter. It's hidden story line is Rocket and Peter's relationship, and it is tucked underneath the overall story of Peter meeting his father and all the other themes. It's about overcoming. It's about realizing all that you've ever wanted is in front of you. It's about being content with what you have.

Just like Rocket's acceptance of his (presumed) unreturned feelings and realization that he has them.

Just like Peter appreciating the Guardians as his family and repairing his relationship with Rocket, instead of running away or ignoring it.

These are my thoughts. If you have any questions or comments, please leave them in the notes and I'll respond to them! Thank you.

[aliasrocket]

Thinking about last Friday night fic and I keep imagining Peter visiting knowwhere and trying (poorly) to be Rocket wing man. Like they are at a bar and everything is awkward and Peter is just sitting there like :) “so how are you guys doing”

(if you want to read last (friday) night on ao3.)

Hahaha Quill definitely would! Though I would say it may not be likely with the way things ended in LFN.

But yes, 100% Quill would definitely attempt to wing man for Rocket and probably fail miserably/end up getting hit on by Rocket himself.

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im literally ill because of them

Peter Quill and Rocket Raccoon in GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY (2014-2023) dir. James Gunn

[ellswritings]

Misery Loves Company

Peter Quill x Reader

TW: Peter and Y/N get into a fight, Ego is a creep, fluff.

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Peter steps onto the balcony quietly, his eyes catching the faint glow of the stars reflecting off Y/N’s profile. He’s learned over time not to disturb her when she’s like this—withdrawn, closed off, her defenses higher than usual. But something tonight pushes him forward, something about the way she looks so small against the backdrop of Ego’s perfect world.

For a moment, Peter just watches her. The quiet strength she carries, the way she always seems so untouchable, it reminds him of something Drax said earlier.

"There are two types of beings in the universe: those who dance, and those who do not."

He takes a deep breath and approaches her cautiously, his usual swagger toned down. “Hey,” he says, his voice soft but teasing. “Staring at the stars and contemplating life again?”

Y/N doesn’t look at him, but he catches the faintest twitch of her lips. “What do you want, Quill?”

He shrugs, coming to stand beside her, leaning on the railing. “Just checking in. You’ve been quiet since we got here. More than usual, anyway.”

There’s a beat of silence before she responds. “What’s there to say? This place is...something.”

Peter chuckles, tilting his head to look at her. “That’s one way to put it. Most people would say it’s paradise.”

Y/N finally glances at him, her eyes narrowing. “Most people haven’t seen the shit we have.”

Peter’s smile falters for a moment, but he recovers quickly. “True. But maybe it’s time we take a break from all that ‘shit,’ you know? I mean, look at this place.” He gestures toward the sky, his voice filled with awe. “This is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.”

Y/N follows his gaze, but her expression remains unreadable. “Yeah…” she mumbles, turning her attention back to the multiple moons above them. She bites her tongue, not wanting to voice her concerns.

Peter opens his mouth to respond but closes it again, unsure of what to say. The tension between them is thick, and he can’t figure out how it got here. Sure, Y/N’s always been a kind of hard nut to crack, but they’ve known each other since they were kids. They were abducted by Yondu at the same time. It took him a long time to learn a bit more about her story, and when he did her closed off behavior made sense. Her father abused her as a child, and that was the main reason Yondu saved her.

It’s just hard because all he was just trying to do was share his excitement with her about finding his father, but now it feels like they’re on the edge of an argument.

In an attempt to diffuse the tension, Peter leans back against the railing, his voice light. “You know, Drax said something funny earlier. He was talking about people who dance and people who don’t. He thinks you’re in the ‘don’t’ category.”

Y/N’s lips twitch into a small, humorless smile. “He’s not wrong.”

Peter’s eyes flicker with a mix of curiosity and mischief. “Actually, he is.”

She raises an eyebrow, finally turning to face him fully. “What are you talking about?”

Peter grins, tapping the side of his music player. “I remember a certain someone dancing down the halls of Yondu’s ship when she thought no one was watching.”

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly before narrowing in suspicion. “You were spying on me?”

Peter laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, just happened to be in the right place at the right time. You were really into it. Old Time Rock and Roll. Classic move.”

Y/N groans, turning back to the stars. “I was a kid. It doesn’t count.”

Peter shrugs, still grinning. “Once a dancer, always a dancer.”

She gives him a sideways glance, her expression softening just a little. “You’re ridiculous.”

Peter taps his music player, and the opening notes of Old Time Rock and Roll start to play. He holds his hand out to her, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on. One dance. For old times’ sake.”

Y/N stares at his outstretched hand, a mix of reluctance and something else in her eyes. She hesitates, her usual defenses kicking in. “I don’t dance anymore.”

Peter steps closer, his voice soft but insistent. “Why not?”

Y/N’s gaze flickers, and for a moment, Peter sees something vulnerable behind her tough exterior. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it again, shaking her head.

Peter doesn’t push her, but he doesn’t back down either. “You used to love it. What’s stopping you now?”

She doesn’t answer right away, her eyes focused on the stars again. After a long silence, she speaks, her voice quieter than before. “A lot has changed since then.”

Peter frowns, sensing the shift in her tone. “We’ve all changed. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.”

Y/N exhales slowly, her grip on the railing tightening. “Fun isn’t exactly a priority right now, Quill.”

Peter watches her, his brow furrowing in concern. He’s known Y/N long enough to know when she’s trying to deflect, and right now, she’s building her walls even higher. But something in his gut tells him not to let her shut down, not this time.

He steps closer, his voice gentle. “What’s really going on, Y/N?”

She stiffens, her eyes darting away from his. “Nothing. I’m just...thinking.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “About what?”

Y/N’s jaw clenches, and for a moment, Peter thinks she’s going to shut him out completely. But then she exhales sharply, her shoulders sagging in defeat. “About you. And Ego.”

Peter blinks, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the conversation. “What about him?”

Y/N turns to face him, her expression hard. “You’re so quick to trust him. To believe everything he says without question. Doesn’t that seem...dangerous to you?”

Peter’s frown deepens, his frustration starting to bubble up. “Dangerous? He’s my dad, Y/N. I’ve spent my whole life wondering who he was, and now I finally have the chance to know him. Why can’t you just be happy for me?”

Y/N’s eyes flash with hurt, but she doesn’t back down. “I am happy for you, but you’re not thinking straight. You don’t know him, Peter. You’ve known him for what? A couple of days? And you’re ready to drop everything and trust him just because he says he’s your father?”

Peter’s frustration boils over, and he throws his hands up in exasperation. “What do you want me to do, Y/N? Keep living my life wondering where I came from? Wondering why my own father never came looking for me?”

Y/N flinches at the raw emotion in his voice, but she doesn’t let it deter her. “I want you to be careful. I want you to see that maybe there’s more to this than just a happy reunion.”

Peter shakes his head, his voice rising. “Why do you always have to be so cynical? Can’t you just let me have this one thing? Just this one thing, Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes soften slightly, but her voice remains steady. “I know how much you wanted this. But just because he says he’s your father doesn’t mean he’s telling the whole truth.”

Peter’s fists clench, his emotions running high. “Why can’t you just focus on being my support system? For once, I’ve found my real family. I’ve finally found where I belong.”

Y/N’s face hardens, her voice shaking with suppressed emotion. “I thought you already had.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and raw. Peter’s mouth opens to respond, but no words come out. He realizes what she’s saying, what she’s felt all this time.

Y/N turns away, her shoulders tense, the vulnerability she’d allowed him to see now hidden beneath her tough exterior once more. “Forget it,” she mutters. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Peter watches her retreating figure, his heart sinking. He wants to say something—anything—to make it right, but he’s too angry, too confused. “Yeah, go ahead. Just walk away like you always do when things get tough! Ever think maybe that’s why you’re so damn miserable all the time?”

Y/N stops, “I’ve never been miserable, Quill,” she replies, her voice icy. “Unlike you, I appreciate the life I have. The life I was given. Maybe you’re the one who’s miserable.”

With that she’s out the door. Her voice was completely stoic, but thankfully he couldn’t see her face. She bites the inside of her cheek as she fights back the tears that threaten to roll down her face. Her and Peter had always been thick as thieves and it broke her heart in every conceivable way to hear that she wasn’t considered ‘family’ to him.

She shakes her head, growling lowly at her rising emotions. One thing Yondu loved about her was that she was never one for sentiment. At least not often. There were only a few times where Y/N had shown her soft side. Perhaps it’s because she stuck closely to her pseudo father throughout her childhood. She didn’t realize it until she got older, but she definitely adapted more of Yondu’s traits than she’d like to admit. Not that she minded. He was a better parent to her than any other person in the galaxy could ever be.

Y/N storms out of Ego’s grand hall, the echo of Peter’s voice still ringing in her ears. The moment she stepped outside, the vibrant landscape of Ego’s planet surrounded her—lush grass, towering trees, and a sky painted with hues of pink and gold. But instead of feeling at peace, the beauty only intensified her anger. She found herself in a wide-open field, far from the grandeur of Ego’s abode, where she felt suffocated by expectations and revelations. Her fists are clenched tightly as she kicks at the earth with mounting frustration, sending dirt flying with each strike.

“What the hell is wrong with him?” she muttered to herself, her voice laced with anger. “Always making it seem like I’m the miserable one because I can see the bullshit he can’t,” she grumbles angrily, With every kick, she envisioned the things she wanted to break, the doubts that lingered in her mind, and the feeling of betrayal creeping closer with every passing moment.

The air was thick with tension, and her heart raced as she continued to unleash her anger on the unsuspecting ground. But as her kicks turned into a steady rhythm, the sound of her breath became the only thing she could focus on. Then, just as she started to regain her composure, she sensed a presence looming behind her.

“Why so angry, little one?” Ego’s voice was smooth, almost silky, as he stepped into view, a disarming smile on his face. His appearance was striking, handsome in a way that seemed otherworldly, his presence simultaneously captivating and unsettling.

Y/N turned to face him, her heart racing with a mix of apprehension and defiance. “I’m just enjoying the scenery,” she replied, forcing a casual tone. “Isn’t it beautiful here?”

“Indeed,” he said, stepping closer, the sunlight glinting off his golden skin. “But beauty can only be appreciated when one is at peace, don’t you think? There’s something deeply powerful about letting go of anger.”

Y/N remained silent, her mind racing as she processed his words. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she thinks to herself. "Who are you to lecture me about anger?" Instead, she opted for a more guarded approach. “I’m just… clearing my head.”

“Your head, or your heart?” Ego’s gaze pierced through her defenses, probing deeper. “You know, Peter is meant for much more than what he realizes. He just needs someone to help him see that.”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words. “What does that mean?” she wanted to ask, but she kept her expression neutral, unwilling to show her unease. “He’s got the Guardians to help him. We’re a team,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tension thickening the air.

“Teams are fragile things,” he continued, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “One little crack, and they can shatter. You might not realize it yet, but your cynicism can be a double-edged sword. It can either protect you or isolate you.”

The chill in his voice sent a warning signal through her. “He’s trying to intimidate me,” she thought, anger simmering beneath the surface, but she refused to let it show. “I’m not afraid of you,” she asserted quietly, her jaw tightening. “I just want what’s best for him.”

Ego smiled knowingly, a glint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “And what if what’s best for him means letting go of those who doubt him? Sometimes, those we care about most can hold us back.” He paused, stepping back slightly, creating space between them. “Just remember, Y/N, in this vast universe, not all connections are meant to last.”

With those cryptic words hanging in the air, Ego turned and walked away, the shadows of the field swallowing his form as he disappeared into the vibrant landscape.

Y/N stood there for a moment, the weight of his words pressing down on her. “What the hell was that?” she thought, confusion and unease swirling within her. The anger that had fueled her kicks now felt misplaced, replaced by a gnawing worry for Peter.

Another angry growl escapes her lips as she feels the need to shoot a hole through the celestial’s skull. At least she knows where Peter gets his arrogance from. Must be a genetic thing.

Just then, she heard a rustling behind her. Peter emerged from the trees, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. “Y/N? There you are. I was looking for you.”

She turned away from him, her fists clenched at her sides. “What do you want, Peter?”

“I just wanted to talk. About earlier,” he said softly, stepping closer but still giving her space. “I didn’t mean it when I said you were miserable all the time. That’s not how I see you.”

“Really?” She scoffs, spinning to face him, the frustration bubbling back to the surface. “You think I’m just going to let that slide? You have no idea what I’ve done to keep you safe over the years Peter. You call me cynical, well everyone else thinks it’s observant. I know people, Quill. I don’t trust him. He’s dangerous.”

Peter ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I know! I just... I thought maybe you were being too hard on him, on me. Can’t you see he’s trying to be a father?”

Y/N’s expression hardened. “Trying to be a father? Where has he been the last thirty-four years?! He’s manipulating you! You can’t just ignore that.”

“I’m not ignoring anything! I’m trying to get you to understand what this means for me, for us. But you keep pushing me away!”

“Because I care about you!” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “I’m trying to protect you from making a huge mistake.”

Peter stepped back, the hurt evident in his eyes. “So, what? You think you know what’s best for me? That I can’t protect myself? You think you can just dictate what’s good for me?”

Y/N took a breath, trying to rein in her temper. “I’m not trying to dictate anything. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

The tension hung thick between them, both breathing heavily, anger slowly morphing into something more complex. Peter took a step closer, his gaze softening as he sighs, “I really don’t want you to think that I believe you’re miserable. I appreciate how much you look out for me Y/N/N, even if it doesn’t always seem like you are.”

Y/N felt her defenses waver, the fight leaving her as she looked into his eyes. “You don’t have to protect me from my own feelings, Peter.”

“Then let me in,” he pleaded softly, his voice almost a whisper.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the world around them fading away. Y/N could see the sincerity in his eyes, the warmth that she had always known was there beneath his charming facade.

“Peter...” she began, but he closed the gap between them, pulling her into a gentle embrace. She melted into his arms, the tension easing as she felt his heartbeat against hers.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her hair, his voice low and sincere. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just—” He pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on her shoulders, searching her face. “I care about you. Even though you act like a massive turd blossom ninety percent of the time… I don’t think you’re cynical, or miserable. You’re... you’re everything.”

Their gazes locked, and for a heartbeat, the air shimmered with unspoken possibilities. The moment felt suspended in time, both of them teetering on the edge of something profound.

Then, without thinking, Peter leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was soft at first, an exploration, a question lingering in the air. But it quickly deepened, a rush of heat and emotion that sent shivers down her spine. She kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if trying to meld their bodies into one.

As they finally pulled away, both breathing heavily, Y/N searched his eyes. “So, what does this mean?” she asked, a teasing note creeping into her voice.

Peter smirked, a familiar glint of mischief returning to his expression. “Well, it means you’re not a complete grouch when I’m around,” he quipped, his grin widening.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. “Shut up,” she smacks his chest before leaning into his warm embrace once more.

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Y/N: *walking into the room while yawning and stretching* Hey, guys. How’s it going?

Rocket: Where the hell have you been?

Y/N: Sleeping… why?

Gamora: Well, you’ve been sleeping these past two days straight, then

Y/N: Wow… I’m going back to sleep

Peter: *walking in and slamming the door* YOU’VE BEEN ASLEEP?!?! FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS?!?!

Peter: *angrily charging at Y/N* I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD

Y/N: OH SHIT-

[nicoleclowes]

leaked footage of gotg3

[countlessimagines]

Star Lord’s Sister [ Adam Warlock x Reader ]

GOTG VOLUME 3 SPOILERS!!!

Summary: Star lord’s sister takes a liking to the new member of the Guardians

A/N: my beloved!!! <3

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Ever since you met Adam Warlock, he had been head over heels for you. Constantly following you around, wanting to be by your side 24/7, interested in your hobbies, and so much more.

You honestly didn’t mind it and found it adorable. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t catching feelings too.

Adam and you had been on quite a few dates since meeting and tried to spend most of your time together since Rocket always whisked him away for Guardians’ duties. He would always pout when he had to leave, but would always kiss you with so much passion, that the rest of the guardians would gag while boarding the ship.

And your brother seemed to not enjoy the constant hanging out together as much as you did. Peter had begun to call you at the end of each week from Earth to catch up on what was going on. He quickly noticed your interests began to revolve around Adam and you two seemed to be attached to the hip.

“So, the guy saves me and you fall madly in love with him?” Peter snickered and shook his head. “I leave for a few months and already it sounds like you two are married.”

You rolled your eyes at your brother’s response, not wanting to hear any of his nonsense. “So what? I am an adult and can do whatever I please.”

“Okay sure, let me know when the wedding is.”

You were about to fire back until Adam walked in from the bathroom only in a towel, saw Peter on the monitor, and promptly fell to the ground and army crawled away.

You groaned and dragged your hand across your face. “Adam!”

“Hey hey wait a minute! I was joking about the wedding, Adam get your ass back to the screen!” Peter began to shout over the screen. “Stay away from my sister!”

“Okay bye, love you!” You hurried and ended the call quickly.

Adam rose from behind the side of the bed and shrugged innocently when you turned to him. You picked up a pillow from the ground and tossed it at his head.

“Sweetheart! I told you I was calling my brother, he was finally warming up to the idea of us,” you stood up and laid flat on the bed. “Now he’s seen you half naked in my place so I can only imagine he’s going to fly all the way here to beat you up.”

Adam shuffled into clothes and flopped beside you. “I would like to see him try to keep me away from you.”

You faced him and couldn’t help but melt at his cute pouty face. “Yeah yeah, but please don’t hurt my brother if he tries to kick your ass.”

Adam nodded and grabbed you lovingly in his arms. “Can we just stay in today?”

“Why’s that?” You mumbled into his chest.

“Because I rather cuddle my girlfriend than help rocket on a mission today.” Adam kissed your forehead repeatedly and made you giggle uncontrollably.

“Stop stop!” You said and pushed on his chest. “Why don’t you go tell rocket that you can’t make it and then we can have a lazy day in?”

Adam planted a kiss on your check, stood up, saluted you, then quickly left to get out of saving the world today - simply because his world was too cute to leave.

-

An hour went by without Adam returning, and it wasn’t until your monitor began to beep did you put two and two together. You answered the call that was coming from the Guardians’ ship and saw Adam’s face pop up, and he was in full gear.

You shook your head and sighed, “Care to explain yourself?”

“Okay, well,” Adam dragged off his voice and moved a bit from the screen to point an accusing finger towards Rocket, “He told me it would only take an hour, but once I got on the ship he told me it was a two day trip.”

Rocket popped up and said, “Sorry for stealing your boyfriend, (Y/N). You’ll have to cuddle your pillow the next couple of nights. The world needs Warlock, and trust me I wouldn’t bring his bright gold self unless it was necessary.”

Rocket jumped away when Adam tried to wack him.

“I’m sorry my love. I promise it will go by quick and I’ll be back before you can say ‘I have the best boyfriend in the whole wide galaxy and he’s gonna smother me in kisses when he returns!’” Adam tried to do a high pitched voice to imitate you to which you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, whatever you say,” you waved and blew a kiss to him before ending the call.

-

The next few days were uneventful, and you were knocked out asleep when your guardians pin began to beep and pulled you out of sleep.

You pressed on it and spoke into it sleepily, “what’s wrong?”

Rocket’s urgent voice spoke through the comm, and it made you wake up fully. “(Y/N)! Prepare med packs! Adam got hit and we need to work on him urgently!”

You rushed out of your apartment and down flights of stairs before running to the supply closet. You pressed your comm again to speak to Nebula. Once she finally answered, you explained quickly what was going on and she was next to you within minutes to set up for their arrival.

It wasn’t long before Kraglin rushed in with Adam slumped over his shoulder, barely responsive. He placed him on a nearby table while you grabbed Adam’s hand and tried to figure out what was wrong with him.

“He took a blow to his stomach, we should be able to patch him up quickly but the beast repeatedly hit him in the wound… making him bleed out.” Kraglin was rushing his words, not making complete sense but still wanting to explain everything.

You nodded as Nebula put a med pack on his stomach, hoping it would help. Adam started to breath deeply and you let out a small cry seeing him in such distress.

A part of you knew that the pack would either help or just make the situation worse. As Adam didn’t wake up quickly enough to be okay, you grabbed a sewing kit, alcohol, and a towel.

Removing the med pack, you removed his vest and immediately began to work with Nebula’s help. It was a tense moment, only the sounds of Adam’s breathing could be heard in the room.

Not too long after you finished the stitch across his stomach and placed the med pack on his wound to finish the healing process. Everyone let out a breath of relief as Adam began to breath normally again.

“You guys can go and clean up, I bet you all have some wounds that need to be tended to.” You said to Kraglin and Rocket who nodded.

Nebula reassured Rocket that she wouldn’t leave you alone. You smiled gratefully at her as you grabbed Adam’s hand and pulled up a chair beside the table.

“I’m gonna wait a few hours before trying to move him to my place.”

-

Hours went by and you had fallen asleep, still holding tightly onto Adam, not wanting to let go in fear something bad would happen if you did. It was in those moments, going in and out of sleep - that you both realized how much you truly loved one another. It was a selfless and innocent love, something so pure that nothing would come in-between the two of you.

Adam had woken up first, confused and sore, but the moment he saw you slumped over the table, holding his hand - he instantly calmed down. He was so relieved he made it back alive and was with you again. He remembered his promise he made and kissed your hand repeatedly to wake you up.

With a startled jump, you woke up in a frenzy and immediately checked to see if something was wrong.

“Did I worry you?” Adam said softly, gazing lovingly at you.

“Oh, so so much.” You placed a hand on his cheek, so happy to see him awake and well. “I think I might have to kidnap you from missions from now on until you’re better.”

“Trust me, I am going to try to take less advice from Rocket and Groot on missions… and take a break.” Adam said and shuttered as if remembering how he ended up in the situation in the first place.

“I’m just happy you’re home,” you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Adam became teary-eyed at the thought of you being his home. After being pulled out of the cocoon too early and losing his mother, he had felt like he would never feel at home anywhere and be lost without anything to live for. Thankfully, he was wrong. He had found you and the guardians, and now he could go home to someone who loved and cared for him. And Peter would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that you had found someone to love. In the whole of the galaxy, your brother was happy you had Adam.

[messymindpalace]

Quill realizing that in a way what he was doing to Gamora was similar to what The High Evolutionary did to Rocket aka trying to change someone into something that he thought was better (in this case, trying to make this Gamora into the one he loved without taking into account who she actually is) and seeing how cruel and hurtful it is and then just accepting that his Gamora really died and that this new Gamora is her own person...

[astervaleblack]

DP X Marvel #12

Danny Fenton never meant to end up in space, much less as part of a dysfunctional alien superhero squad led by a tree, a raccoon with PTSD, and a guy whose only qualification is that he’s listened to every 1980s mixtape ever made. But when you accidentally fly through a NASA portal powered by ectoplasm while trying to stop Technus from hijacking the International Space Station, you don’t really get much of a say in where you land. Which, in Danny’s case, was the cockpit of the Milano. Mid-flight. Mid-chase. Mid-explosion.

Rocket screamed. Gamora drew a blade. Star-Lord yelled, “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” And Danny, with his hair floating around his face in zero gravity and a half-melted Fenton Thermos in his hand, went, “Hi. Uh. I’m Danny. Do you have any snacks?”

A lot of things happened after that. For one, Rocket immediately declared Danny a “haunted science gremlin” and demanded he be dissected. Gamora stabbed him (not fatally, but like, “welcome to the crew” levels of stabbing), and Drax attempted to bond by declaring they were both hunted weapons of mass destruction. Groot tried to plant Danny in a flowerpot. Star-Lord, upon learning that Danny was from Earth and had ghost powers, decided he was now the team’s “Spooky Mascot” and handed him a Walkman, which promptly exploded when Danny touched it. Apparently, ghost boy plus alien tech equals “we now need a new comm system.” Danny fixed it in thirty minutes and Rocket reluctantly stopped trying to murder him in his sleep.

The team wasn’t sure if Danny was a ghost or an alien or some weird human mutant until he started phasing through walls and talking to the disembodied soul of a long-dead Xandarian war general haunting their fridge. (Her name was Bev. Danny and Bev played intergalactic chess on Thursdays.) Once the Guardians realized Danny could punch the soul out of people (and then slam-dunk it back in), they promoted him from “weird hitchhiker” to “full member with explosive privileges.” This was a mistake.

Danny was a space nerd, sure. He watched every space documentary, built model rockets, and could name the moons of Jupiter backwards. But what the documentaries didn’t prepare him for was being shot at by a gang of space pirates because Groot accidentally won a planet in a poker game, or Rocket creating a neutron grenade disguised as a cookie (“Don’t eat it, Danny—DANNY THAT’S NOT A REAL COOKIE”), or Star-Lord insisting they stop at an interstellar karaoke bar in the middle of a war. Danny had to fight off a swarm of brain-sucking parasites while singing “Eye of the Tiger” in full ghost mode. He got a standing ovation.

Things got worse when Technus came back, this time infecting Nova Corps servers and announcing himself as “God of Wi-Fi.” Danny had to team up with Rocket, who uploaded himself into a blender for reasons no one fully understood, to create an anti-ghost firewall using a toaster, Gamora’s sword, and Groot’s root clippings. The good news? It worked. The bad news? They accidentally opened a portal to the Ghost Zone mid-fight, unleashing the Box Ghost into the Nova HQ. The Box Ghost was immediately arrested and sent to space prison, where he became king of the vending machines.

Danny tried to explain Earth things to the Guardians. Like taxes. And Target. And what a cow was. Drax was horrified. “You allow milk beasts to rule your society?” Star-Lord cried when he learned Blockbuster was dead. Gamora tried to understand TikTok and ended up nearly assassinating a diplomat during a trend called “smash or pass.” Danny didn’t help by going ghost mid-video and screaming “pass” at the ambassador. They were banned from that planet forever.

But despite the chaos, Danny kind of… fit. He’d never felt truly understood on Earth, where being half-dead meant constant fear of being dissected by the government, but out here? Out here, people didn’t blink when he turned into a glowing, green-eyed wraith who could fly through spaceships and scream in an eldritch tongue. If anything, they applauded. One particularly wild night, Danny exorcised a Kree emperor’s cursed hover-throne live on intergalactic television. Ratings spiked. He was declared a demigod in three sectors. Star-Lord tried to get merchandising rights. Rocket tried to sell his ectoplasm as a weapon. Danny put them both in the Ghost Zone timeout corner.

They kept running into other people. Thor once landed on their ship looking for a beer and a nap, only to get into a flexing contest with Danny. Danny won. Barely. Thor still calls him “the glowing child of sorrow.” Tony Stark tried to recruit Danny for the Avengers. Danny politely declined by phasing through his hologram and turning it into a haunted Tamagotchi. Doctor Strange asked Danny to stop creating micro-rifts in the astral plane every time he hiccuped. Danny said he’d consider it.

The Guardians eventually got wind of a plot involving the Collector trying to obtain Danny’s core to power a ghost-zombie version of Knowhere. Naturally, they handled this in the most reasonable way possible: by launching a full-scale assault while disguised as a musical theater troupe. Danny, dressed as Phantom of the Opera, used his wail to destroy an army of spectral cyborgs, then accidentally set the Collector’s hair on fire. Gamora tackled him out a window. Rocket declared it a success.

Danny missed Earth sometimes. Jazz would call through the interstellar line to check in, often while holding a frying pan and yelling at someone in the background (“NO, TUCKER, YOU CAN’T ORDER CHICK-FIL-A TO SPACE”). Sam once left him a thirty-minute voicemail about ghost gentrification and the ethics of ghost labor unions. But even with all that, Danny knew he wasn’t the same kid from Amity Park. He’d been to star systems no human had seen, danced with sentient nebulae, and accidentally became betrothed to an alien princess after sneezing in her direction. He had battle scars and space memes and an intergalactic criminal record that included the phrase “unauthorized spectral possession of a judge.”

Rocket taught Danny how to rig a ship to explode using only shoelaces and spite. Groot taught him how to grow little plant buddies that helped him cook. Drax taught him the art of standing dramatically in silence, which Danny now did every time someone asked him about his tragic backstory. Star-Lord taught him how to moonwalk in zero gravity. Danny taught them all how to scream “GET BENT, YOU INTERDIMENSIONAL TWERPS” in ghost language, which they used during diplomatic missions. They were banned from another planet.

There were close calls. Danny once got trapped in a black hole and had to phase out by screaming every bad memory he’d ever had at once. He and Rocket were fused for a full day after a teleportation mishap—Danny’s ghost tail merged with Rocket’s back leg, and they had to fight like that. Gamora walked in on Danny watching High School Musical and refused to speak to him for a week. Star-Lord caught Danny crying while watching old Earth footage and tried to cheer him up with mixtapes titled “Sad Boi Vibes Vol. 1-9.”

But for all the wild, unhinged nonsense, Danny had a place. He’d spent so long being hunted, misunderstood, called a freak. But here, with this chaos crew of space weirdos and traumatized murder-huggers, he wasn’t just accepted. He was wanted. He was the team’s go-to for ghost stuff, space stuff, sarcasm, and emotional trauma suppression. He became a Guardian of the Galaxy not because he asked to be—but because he fought a black hole, exorcised a death god, and beat Star-Lord in a dance-off to “Take On Me.”

And when Earth eventually called—when the Avengers requested help with some “small ghost invasion” (Box Ghost had escaped space prison again)—Danny arrived with the Guardians, blazing through the sky like a neon comet. He kicked open a portal, yelled “SUP SLUTS,” and unleashed Groot, Drax, and an emotionally unstable raccoon with a bazooka onto New York.

Nick Fury sighed.

Tony screamed, “Why is there a tree in my penthouse?”

Danny just smiled, green eyes glowing, and said, “I brought friends.”

[nerdy-and-dedicated]

Come And Get Your Love (Roquill Fanfic)

So this came about after a conversation I had with my bestie @inubaki91. It does contain spoilers for GOTG3, so keep that in mind. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Rating: Teen

Peter sat on the roof, staring up at the night sky. He found himself doing this a lot lately, hoping that a certain someone would land in the yard. Each time Quill would wait until one in the morning and be met with the same disappointment. The man understood that his super hot boyfriend was busy saving the galaxy but still wished he had found the time to visit. It was approaching eleven, and Peter considered calling it an early night. Rocket hadn’t shown up for the past two months, so why should this time be any different? Still, Peter waited, despite his gut telling him it was pointless. Quill remained for two more hours before making his way down the ladder. After putting it away, he headed back towards the house and saw the most heavenly sight. Leaning against the sliding backdoor was his boyfriend dressed in his guardians’ uniform. The man couldn’t contain himself as he ran up to Rocket and scooped him up in his arms. As tears fell from his eyes, Peter kissed the raccoon deeply. When they pulled away, Quill rested their foreheads together and smiled.

  “Take it you missed me, Baby Boo?”

 “You have no idea.”

 “I’m sorry. I wanted to visit sooner, but our latest assignment was a pain in the ass.”

 “I get it, Rocky. It just means you have to make it up to me.” Pete flirted.

 “Oh~ And how can I do that?”

  Peter just smirked as he carried his fluffy raccoon to his room. He closed the door before laying Rocket down on the bed. He leaned over him and passionately kissed his boyfriend. Quill wanted to take this lovingly slow as he didn’t know when Rocket would return. Despite how impatient he knew the raccoon could be, the man wanted to savour the moment. Peter moaned softly, feeling Rocket claw at his scalp and grind against him. The man looked down at his boyfriend and smiled wider. The racoon looked so adorable underneath him. He honestly couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have Rocket in his life. Peter never thought he would experience this kind of happiness, especially after Gamora. Yet here he was, making out with the most amazing person ever. Rocket was there for him during his darkest moment and cared for him during so many drunken nights. He really didn’t deserve him.

  “Petey, you’re staring again.” Rocket moaned.

 “Can’t help it. You’re just that handsome.”

 “If you think I’m that handsome, why don’t you hurry up and fuck me?”

 Peter gave Rocket a quick kiss. “With pleasure.”

 🦝💕🌟

 To say Peter was sore would be a bit of an understatement. While it was definitely the good kind, he had to remind Rocket to file down his claws for next time. Quill didn’t need to see his back to know what kind of state it was in. The man honestly forgot how wild the raccoon could get in bed and was surprised they didn’t wake his grandpa from the amount of noise they made. The man turned to the sleeping Rocket and watched him for a few minutes. It was honestly nice to see the raccoon so peaceful and relaxed. Peter stroked his boyfriend’s cheek and kissed his forehead before collecting his pyjamas and showering. After getting cleaned up, Pete examined the damage done to him. As suspected, his upper back was covered in scratches, with his shoulders and neck littered with bites and hickeys. Getting dressed in his clothes, Pete hoped that his grandpa didn’t notice the state of his exposed skin. He headed towards the kitchen and was greeted by said man in the small dining area. Jason had already gotten out all he needed for his usual breakfast.

  “Mornin’ Pete. Sleep well?”

 “I guess so….”

 “Another late night?”

 Peter nodded as he sat down and poured himself a bowl of Corn Pops.

 “I know you’re a grown man, but please try to go to bed earlier. I don’t like seein’ the bags under your eyes.”

 “I’ll try, but no guarantees.”

  Peter appreciated his grandpa’s concern for his well-being, but it was necessary. The man had more pressing matters to worry about, especially with his old age. Still, it was great that he cared. The two men sat in comfortable silence for a bit, just enjoying each other presence. Quill took a few bites of his cereal before Jason spoke.

  “Shirley from next door wants to know if you can mow her lawn today.”

 “I can, but why can’t Michael do it?”

 “Don’t know, didn’t ask.”

 “I mean, if she needs help mowing her lawn, I’ll do it, but I kinda feel like her son should help.”

 “Don’t get me started, okay?”

 Peter put another spoonful in his mouth. “Well, now I kinda want to know…”

 “Know about what, Baby Boo?”

  Quill froze as he watched his boyfriend climb onto the third chair and steal his breakfast. Rocket was dressed in nothing but Peter’s grey T-shirt. Well, it was more like a nightgown than a shirt on the raccoon, but still adorable regardless. When his brain started working again, he turned towards his grandpa, who was just staring at the anthropomorphic animal across from him.

 “Take a picture. It’ll last longer, old man.”

 “Rocket, be nice.”

 “Hard to be when it’s morning and your cereal sucks.”

 “There’s a trash can outside if you’d prefer that,” Jason mumbled.

 “Sorry, the only trash I like to eat is your grandson.”

 “Oh my god, Rocket!!” Peter exclaimed. “Stop!!”

  Quill really didn’t want to have this kind of conversation so early in the morning. Or in front of his grandfather. Yet the old man had remained entirely calm throughout the whole interaction. At least it seemed that way when Jason folded his paper and left the table. Peter thought that was the end of it until he heard his grandfather call out from the living room.

  “Just make sure the sheet are clean by midday. I don’t want this house smelling like sex.”

 “You heard us?”

 “Pete, the whole neighbourhood heard you. I just wished you had introduced me to your weird boyfriend before I did.”

 The younger man chuckled nervously. “We were trying to be quiet.”

 “Didn’t sound like it,” Jason stated.

 Rocket started laughing.

 “Next time, we’re doing it on the ship.”

[lovefromixchel]

does the GOTG, more specifically, RoQuill fandom still exist. Happy Valentine's Day, Marvel rivals-esque doodle art :3

Closeups for sillies

[shutupcrime]

Guardians of the Galaxy is the story of a Racoon who flies a space ship and it had me sobbing on the floor.

It’s about outcasts, overcoming abuse, learning to love yourself and those around you.

It’s about forgiveness and guilt and family.

It’s about all the ludicrous little details surrounding life that make it bearable.

…I just really like the fucking raccoon ok?