#rocket/reader

[honeypleasesugar]

It lead to this

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Finale

Rocket/GnReader! Word count 1951

Three weeks have passed since your dramatic exit from Knowhere. It was rare for you to go to your sister after a breakup since she was usually the one calling and showing up to your place about how a new guy she met wasn't single or cheated on her but how the tables have turned.

You show up in the middle of a rainy night around two am with your tear-stained face, still in your party clothes with mascara running down your face. A hot mess basically.

“Can I stay at yours for a while I can’t be on Knowhere for a bit”

She embraces you with a sorrowful hug and walks you into her apartment.

And the time you spent at hers was the usual gossiping, crying while drinking. You talked to her about all you’ve seen in space, she believes the space parts, but a guy named Rocket and him being a humanoid racoon, she scoffs every time you bring him up in that manner.

As the due date you set for Rocket comes closer so does your anxiety, each passing night you look through your phone for photos of your little secret dates, you look at the clothes he bought you and the jewellery he decorated you in. God everything reminded you of him, your heart ached every time you heard his favourite songs. But no, you set your boundaries and you didn’t wanna get hurt anymore even if that means accepting he might never be in your arms again, or hearing him call you doll.

It’s 11 pm, a summer's night fills the air with pollen and warmth. You and your sister are gossiping about her office job all while bingeing the office, as you both sip on wine eating little cheeses talking about how Samantha doesn’t know when to shut up you hear a knock at the apartment door.

You wonder who it could be at this hour, and your sister believes it is none other than one of her psycho exes begging to be taken back probably after doing something heinous.

“It better not be Jeff again,” your sister proclaims sighing putting her glass down and walking to the door.

“If so it’d be the third time this week, you need to get better exes sis,” you chuckle sipping your wine curious if it is Jeff again.

She opens the door to see not Jeff on his knees but a racoon. She looked him up and down thinking ‘ Racoons don’t stand like that or wear clothes, or have guns?!’

“Hey hi, how are you doing, is your sibling here?” Rocket asks, seeing your legs resting on the coffee table mid-sip now choking on your drink.

“What the Fuck?” she yelped as Rocket walked through, he first saw a look of shock on your face but after you composed yourself a scowl formed with a hint of sass.

“Sis this is Rocket, believe me now?” you looked up at her gesturing at him trying to distract yourself from the confrontation that was about to happen.

“So… welcome to my sister's apartment,” you speak in an awkward tone, your heart strangely beating louder and louder almost as if it’s in your throat.

“It’s a nice lovely place you have here, do you mind leaving the room, things are going to get a little personal,” Rocket claims as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly.

Your sister can’t help but silently leave still in shock, she leaves for the kitchen probably to realise a talking racoon walked into her house.

“So… how’s earth been for you?” He asks leaning back on the heels of his feet.

“ A huh…pretty boring nothing new, what about Knowhere?” you quelled at him not impressed, you missed him greatly, and you felt insane not seeing him but a little bit of you grew to pettiness.

“I… fuck I'm not good with feelings, okay I admit I’m probably the dumbest racoon in our universe for not realising that this was more than just fuck buddies, and yeah I do think I lead you on, unintentionally though,” he claimed now passing back and forth.

“I did some research, like heavy research, watching romance films and reading novels, what we have is just romance. How was I so blind!?” he held his face in his hands sighing.

“The first week you were gone I tried to pretend you never existed, try to push it down, but the whole you left grew and grew, it ate me alive. I probably stared at the tracker a hundred times over to see if you left Terra,” He says with tears swelling up in his eyes looking glossy at you, your heart can't help but shiver at his words.

You put down your glass with your arms crossed, your heart is slowly melting at his emotional sob story but you were still hurt, you needed to hear more.

“And yet even with living without you, my life gone to shit,” he says quite promptly.

“What do you mean by shit, I couldn’t have affected you that much in my absence,” you asked now expressing worry in your tone.

“I thought the same, but with you in my mind every other second, taking care of the animals became stressful, forgetting to have their checkups, separating the aggressive ones, and feeding them a little late. I became the enemy of Knowhere and I blame you!.” Rocket proclaims now pointing at you.

You are shocked for a second but it then turns to rage quicker than dropping a hat.

“Me I’m the reason you messed up everything even when I wasn't there,” you scoff at him rolling your eyes.

“Yeah!, as I just said I couldn’t get you out of my head, I’ve forgotten how I spent two weeks being wasted over your ass, trying to forget but every time I wake up I miss you even more!” he yelps, now with your sister listening through the kitchen door eating some leftover cake eating this drama alive.

You cover your gaping mouth rubbing your face, you realise you weren't the only one feeling this, your heart aches heavier and heavier sinking as tears swell in your eyes with now your nose sniffling, you were still scared that he was there to end it but you had to know.

“So Rocket, what are you going to do now, what are you going to do now knowing all this?” you ask with tears rolling down your cheek you quickly rub them away making your eyes red and puffy.

“Well first I’ll take you back to Knowhere and set some boundaries,” he chuckled with a gentle smile rubbing away his now streaming tears, you’ve never seen him so heart-retched.

“You know what boundaries are Rocket?” you sniffle and are shocked to think Rocket would ever think he would say something so healthy.

“Yeah! I told you Doll I did a lot of research into relationships, and one of the best ways to maintain love is to set boundaries,” he proclaimed smirking.

“Rocket,” saying his name has never felt so right.

Your heart bursts overjoyed to hear him talk so sweetly, you smile at him calling you Doll again, and you feel so whole again knowing he feels the same way. You wipe away your final tear reaching your hand out to Rocket gently smiling at him, needing him.

He takes no time to rush to your side and embrace you in his arms again, you missed this, he missed this. The warmth the safety and the love overfilled both of your hearts. You can’t help but cry happy tears into his shoulder, he gently cups your face kissing your tears away getting closer and closer to your lips with each kiss as you giggle.

And just as you were about to lock lips, your sister the bitch rushed out of the kitchen practically bursting through the door yelping at you both to stop with cake still stuffed in her mouth.

“I thought you were joking when you said you were screwing a racoon?!” she yelps again gesturing while swallowing her cake.

“No, I was serious, you just chose to ignore it, I’m sorry Rocket she’s only seen racoons eating her trash and not being sweethearts,” you proclaimed kissing his soft but tear-soaked cheek.

“You think I’m a sweetheart?” he asks now ignoring your bitch of sister.

“You’re my sweetheart Rocket,” you proclaim now locking lips with him all while staring at your now disgusted sister.

“HE A RACOON! An animal! please tell me you’ve just been pranking me for a month and this is a small man in a costume,” she asked hoping it was just a prank.

“Listen toots, I’m the real deal and I’m very serious about your sibling , I’m probably not the best match for them, but I make them happy so do they,” he claims looking back at you as he walks up to your sister.

“Is this true?” she asks you, all you can do is nod in laughter at her bewilderment grabbing your wine again.

“If what my sibling says is true then you need to promise me something,” she says to Rocket as you begin to worry.

“Anything”

She crouches down to Rocket's level now grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“If you ever again, I mean it. If my sibling is EVER back here in tears because you broke their heart or did something unforgivable to them, I will hunt you down and skin you and turn you into a cook skin hat just like our cousins do in Kentucky,” she proclaims, you’ve never seen her so serious before and your heart sank feeling a little scared too.

Rocket gulps looking her in the eye agreeing the what might be his death sentence, but that's never stopped him from doing crazy shit. They shake in agreement, Rocket turns to face you.

“Let’s get outta here doll your place is in the stars,” he smirks at you while your sister giggles at his cheesy line walking back into the kitchen.

You chuckle agreeing, you rush to the spare guestroom quickly throwing everything into your bags, your clothes skincare all of it.

And as you hug your sister goodbye you turn to hold Rocket's hand while he pulls your suitcase, to the ship. He attaches a hook and line connecting both your ship and the Bowie, it almost looks like their holding hands.

You both sit in the pilot seats of Bowie smiling at each other with every glance you seek.

“So what's the plan?” you ask Rocket curling your legs up and tilting your head to the side at him.

“Well, I think it’s about time to introduce you officially to the family, I heard Groot and Adam gave you lip,” he chuckles.

“They were just worried we weren't gonna date,” you proclaim sighing.

“Well they were right, they all were”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well after you dumped me, and I went into a drinking depression just like Quill did, everyone put the pieces together, they pulled me out of it and practically and threw me on that ship with autopilot to Terra, I guess they really knew what I wanted without me even saying it,” he says looking at you with both of his hands still steering.

“Wow, I guess they ship us huh?” you chuckle.

“Yeah of course we're in a ship,” he replies in the boomer way possible. You can’t help but laugh at his response.

“I missed this Rocket a lot,” you say softly to him.

“I missed you more than you could imagine Doll,” He smiles at you, for you.

Holy shit thank you all so much for reading, their is a female version on my ao3 is ur interested and if u liked this fic you might like my other fics also my posts on this blog.

[c-y-g-m-c-o]

Inhuman looking characters have no right to be so damn fucking hot

[wingo5]

Prepare for trouble….and make it double….

Should I make a Pokémon series of drawings?

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Clubbing Much to Logan's Distaste:

18+

Pairings: (DP3 Vers.) Logan Howlett x Reader

Summary: Vanessa convinced you to go clubbing with her, claiming that there's 'too much testosterone in that damned apartment.' Logan hadn't realized you two were clubbing until Wade, laughing, shows him a photo of you. Well, Logan greatly dislikes that photo and hunts you down. Vanessa takes advantage of how jealous Logan can get.

Warnings: Heavy drinking, body shots mentioned, age g4p, younger reader (like 21), slight woman on woman (vanessa making logan jealous), angry logan, argument, grinding, drunk reader, sexual themes. 18+, minors don't interact.

Genre: Angst, Slight smut.

Word Count: 1,798

A/N: I've really been wanting to explore various themes, and it's about time I branched into thirsty Logan turf! Feel free to leave feedback, I love knowing what could be improved!

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Vanessa and you swayed on the dance floor, moving to the song 'Nasty Dog' by Sir-Mix-Alot. The club was packed with various sorts of people, all of which you found yourself dancing against as the night progressed. Shot after shot, you found yourself regretting the dress you wore. It was a black off the shoulder, long sleeve dress with a short skirt. As you swayed and danced, grinding your back up against a man you hadn't met before he bought you a shot, you glanced towards Vanessa who was taking a selfie.

"Say cheese!" She announced to you, moving to catch you in the frame. You and the man you moved against.

Wade and Logan found themselves alone in the apartment. It was odd to Logan, he had grown used to you and Wade dancing to suggestive music like 'Goodies' by Ciara in the living room. Tonight was different. You and Vanessa weren't here, and he was alone with Wade who didn't even try to be subtle with his flirts.

"Where's-"

"She's out clubbing with Vanessa." Wade interrupted like a damned mind reader. How had he known Logan was going to ask about you? Logan scowled at Wade, eyes narrowing. And why in hell were you clubbing? Didn't you know how dangerous it was? The ding of Wade's phone interrupted his thoughts. "Holy fuck!" Wade laughed out. "She's getting it on out there!"

"What?" Logan's voice was rougher than usual, strained too. He grabbed Wade's wrist before he could hide his phone. Yanking at the man's wrist, Logan stared at the phone. At the photo of you and Vanessa. Of you...grinding...on another man. "The fuck does she think she's doing?" He erupted with a growl, standing up immediately. The photo still burned in his retinas. The way your skintight dress showed off every inch and curve of your body. That short skirt that was practically nonexistent. The sight of your bare shoulders through the neckline. Logan swore your breasts looked as if they would fall out of it at any given moment.

"Woah there, honey badger." Wade was quick to dive infront of the front door, preventing Logan from leaving.

Vanessa's words echoed in his brain, "Keep Logan here. Make sure he doesn't ruin my girl's night, or I'll-" Wade didn't entirely remember the rest of the threat because God damn did Vanessa look hot when she scolded him.

"Move, lip." Logan growled at him.

"I can't do that." Wade retorted, stretching his body to take up as much of the doorway as possible. "I'd like to keep my dick, and I can't exactly do that if you interrupt their girl's night."

"I don't give a fuck about your dick." Logan huffed, his scowl deepening. Wade was only wasting time by blocking him in. He was going to get you out of that club- even if it meant killing his friend along the way. Or, at least, trying to.

Vanessa and you move against one another, the previous partners you two danced with long forgotten. She knew she had Wade, and that Logan practically claimed you without actually claiming you...but it was still a fun game to play. To flirt with you, to tease you, whether it was friendly or more. It was once only friendly, but after seeing Logan's reaction to when she straddled you and did your make up as you stroked her thighs- well, how could she not amp it up? Vanessa was just as bad as Wade, truth be told. She loved watching Logan's nostrils flare in angered jealousy, in possessiveness. However, he would never interrupt the situation with you present. If he did, then you'd learn how much he wanted you. And that was outright unacceptable. You were too young, too innocent. He felt guilt for even thinking about you. There were plenty of other men your age- but God did he wish you never looked at them.

With your back facing the door as you did a body shot off of Vanessa, Logan's form bursting through the club door went unnoticed by you. His eyes immediately landed on your mouth moving to the shot glass resting in between Vanessa's chest. She had noticed him first and, with a smug smirk. her hand moved to your hair, tugging at it as you downed the shot. Her tongue ran up your face along where a small drip of tequila escaped your mouth. Her eyes remained on his the entire time. Anger coursed through him as he watched you drunkenly melt into her seductions. With clenched teeth, Logan stormed forward to where you and Vanessa were at the bar. Her legs moving to wrap around your hips as she lifted your chin, murmuring a quick apology in your ear.

"Sorry, Hun'" Was all she could get out before you suddenly felt your arm being yanked. Your eyes widened in surprise when you were brought face to face with Logan, who's nose was scrunched in a furious scowl at you.

"Oh-hey, Lo." You smiled brightly at him. His nose scrunched more in distaste. You reeked of alcohol; he could barely even smell the normal scent of you that he adored.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" He spoke through clenched teeth, the vein in his neck popping slightly.

"Um...having fun?" You replied sassily, flashing your own drunk scowl at him.

"That was having fun?" He scoffs, posture straightening as he began to yank your arm.

"Hey, now wait a damn minute!" You huffed, grabbing at a nearby railing that isolated the bar from the dance floor of the club. "I aint going anywhere!"

"The hell you are!" Logan was in your face before you could react, using the only thing he knew- intimidation. He expected you to back down, or at least murmur a smart-ass comment as you surrendered like you always did.

However, you didn't budge. Not this time. You weren't going to be bullied out of having fun. He watched as your cheeks puffed out, a red flush to them from the drinking you had done, your eyes narrowed at him. Your eyebrows furrowed together to in a deadly glare.

"Princess, now is not the time." Logan started, moving to pull your arm once more. You stood your ground firmly, unmoving.

"Don't you princess me, mister. I'm staying." You huffed out, snatching your arm from his grasp as you crossed them over your chest. His eyes flicked to your breasts for a second, he could feel a groan in the back of his throat just at the sight of them. They looked like they'd spill out of your dress's neckline at any minute. He both loved and hated it.

"No, you arnt." He battled.

"You can either stay and party with Vanessa and I or you can leave."

"I aint staying."

"Then you can leave."

"You aint staying either."

"Yes. I. Am."

"Princess..."

"Face it, Lo. I'm not leaving. Now you can either man up and dance with me or leave me the fuck alone." Logan watched as you jutted your chin out, directing your face from his. He sighed over dramatically. You were too damn stubborn for your own good. His hand found your hip.

"Fine."

A grin broke onto your lips as you registered his words. Leaping up, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Oh! This will be so much fun!" Logn instinctively caught you, gently guiding you back to standing on the floor as you leaned against him, staring into his eyes adamantly. He knew it was wrong to relish the way you pressed against him. It was wrong to enjoy it. You were too young for him, he knew it. Too sweet, too innocent. He didn't deserve you, or your attention. But the way you stared at him now, eyes lidded from a sense of...hell, was that affection he saw in your eyes? It was directed at him? Why? Logan made no move to resist as you pulled him to the dance floor of the club, soon grinding your ass against him.

He watched your hands fly above your head, into your hair, and into the air. He forced his ears to focus on your drunk singing instead of the music the club blasted. He couldn't help but find himself entranced by you. Logan's cock twitched as you grinded your rear against him, his hands instinctively found your hips, guiding you how he wanted you to move as he swayed against you. His mouth soon nipping at the revealed skin of your neck and shoulders.

A groan escaped his throat when your hands moved behind you and into his hair. His hand slid off your hip and towards your thigh, slipping under your dress as his fingertips trailed your inner thigh. Logan buried his face into your neck, sniffing deeply to inhale your scent. The disgusting scent of liquor wafted into his nose. You still smelled too much like cheap gin and shots for his liking. He always considered himself a connoisseur for the smell of alcohol, but he found himself hating it on you. He wanted to smell you, not gin or tequila.

His hand slid out from under your skirt, grasping your hips to stop your movements against him.

"Stop." He grunted out, ignoring the way his body ached to have you against him.

"But..." You pouted softly as you looked back at him, however, upon seeing the seriousness of his expression, you stopped. Pulling away, you turned to face him. "What's wrong?" You asked.

"I can't." He decided with a shake of his head.

"Lo, I'm 21, I'm legal and-" You began, you hated the way he distanced himself from you just because of your age.

"I know you are, Princess." Logan interrupted. "Thats not why I'm stopping." He forced his voice to be softer as he spoke to you, knowing the wrong tone could send you into a drunk crying mess.

"Then why...?" Was all you could get out before his lips pressed against yours, silencing you.

"Because I want you to be fully there when I show you why I'm better than all the shitty men you've taken home." Logan murmured; tone filled with venom when he mentioned your previous flings. A hint of possessiveness clear. You found yourself nodding, silently appreciating the fact that he wasn't going to take advantage of you- even if you were the one throwing yourself at him. "Now come on, let me take you home." His voice was demanding but you were confident it was a request.

"Okay." You nodded, moving to interlock your hands. "Let's get Vanessa."

When Wade saw Vanessa storming his way an hour later, and Logan carrying you over towards his room, drunk and asleep, he was glad he had hidden the knives.

[rivalswrites]

Valentine's Day special 3/4

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Summery: giving everyone on the Marvel Rivals roster a kiss (with plot!!)

Valentine's Masterlist

Underage characters and animal characters will be platonic (there will be a reminder for each one)

Characters involved: Mister Fantastic, MoonKnight, Namor, Peni Parker (platonic), Psylock, Rocket Raccoon (platonic), Scarlet Witch, Spider-Man, Squirrel Girl

Reed sighed and leaned back into his chair, resting his head on his hand that in turn sat on his brow- he looked hot like that, but that feeling lessened knowing that he was so stressed. New York's infestation of vampires had Reed pushing himself to his limit to find solutions to help not only that, but every other problem as well. Too much for one man to take on all alone.

“You look so tired, Reed, take a break?” You asked, though you both knew it was going to end up as an order if he didn't listen on his own terms. “In a moment, dearest, I just need a bit more time.” more time- he's said that a thousand times, you scoff.

“Reed Nathaniel Richards if you don't swivel that chair away from work right now I swear to whatever God may listen-” “alright!” He cuts you off before you could finish your threat. He knew from experience you'd never give up, and at times like these he didn't want or need something like that. “Alright” he repeated, swirling his chair around to look at you.

His eyes were tired, you could tell- anyone could've. Reed’s arms reached out to you, stretching inhumanly to grab onto your shirt “don't get mad at me.” he whispered, his hands gripping onto you tightly.

“I'm not, sweetheart, I just want you to take care of yourself.” your hands rested on his own that were on your shirt as you walked over to him, watching as his arms slowly retracted back to a more natural form. He let you move as you pleased, him in tow, let you sit down on his lap and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “Doing so much.”

The lab was quiet as you both sat on the chair, his head just barely staying up as your hands played with his hair- and practically held his head up; his hands still gripping your shirt. “So tired” you comment, watching as his eyes slowly blink, like he was high, you giggle as you think.

Reed whispered something, but it was so unintelligible that no one could hear- even with super hearing.

Leaning down you pressed a kiss to his lips, holding it for a little before pulling back- his face pushed against your hands to follow when you did. “Let's get you to bed, yeah?” feeling him nod in your hands you stood up, bending to kiss him again before helping him up.

It was a rough night, no one felt like being inside and so there they were- standing on a balcony with an iron grip on the railings. God only knew which one they were right now, they were all active. It was so loud, and the moonlight wasn't able to help, not this time.

“Marc?” was called out behind them, from the door of the building, but they didn't move. “Steven?” was called out again, and again there was silence in return. “C'mon, don't make me guess them all…” the door shut as you stepped onto the balcony.

“I'm not anyone” he finally replied, turning his face away to avoid looking at yours. He flinched when your hand rested on top of his. “Someone's gotta be there,” you replied, grabbing onto his arm to snuggle into “it's alright. I don't have to know, I love you all either way.”

Your reply shouldn't have been surprising, they all knew you did, always so sweet to them. With a sigh he turned his head back to being straight, looking down at the pavement from what was like fifty stories, no one ever counted. A guttural sound left him as he attempted to talk back, but he just couldn't even when he tried to force himself. He continues to try until you start shushing him, patting his back and leaning him into you.

“Don't force yourself, it's alright” the reassurance was something he needed, that they needed. It was so small and yet there it was, a butterfly feeling deep in his stomach.

His suit was still on, including the mask, but that didn't stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Quickly he turned and grabbed your shoulders, looking at your wide eyes that looked at him in return. It was an intense staring competition for awhile, unfair as well because you couldn't see his eyes so who knew if he was blinking the whole time and cheating.

Before you could voice your complaints he pulled you close to him, leaning his head down. His mask pressed against your face, all over it. He'd pull back and then press the jagged face mask over a different part of your face. “Butterflies” he said quietly before pressing his mask against your lips in an uncomfortable final kiss.

“My dear, how are you feeling?” He asked, peaking around the door of the bedroom to get a glance in. It was late in the evening, and you had stayed in bed almost all day.

The simple reply of a groan and turning around in the bed was what he got back, which did concern him more. Throughout the day worry had built up, and seeing your reaction to being asked how you felt only raised the concern.

He walked into the room fully, closing the door behind him, and went to go sit on the bed. The look he gave you was full of some sort of guilt- probably for not coming to check up on you later. “Is something ailing you my dear? Please talk to me.” He murmured, reaching over to grab onto your hand with a soft grip.

“I'm fine” you whispered back, scooching around the bed before turning back to him. “Just so tired today.”

“Ah, I understand” he sat and thought, unconsciously bringing your hand up and pressing it against his lips; not putting it down or letting it go, just keeping it on his lips. “You could have called me, I could have helped earlier.” The moonlight highlighted on his face, showing the worry etched into it.

“Sorry.” Your reply only made his face give off a small scowl, slightly reprimanding you, “do not apologize, I know it's hard.”

“How can I help?” Finally, Namor lowered your hand from his face, giving your forearm a rest. He still kept your hand in his and even intertwined your fingers with his. “I'll do anything to help get you better, even just for a moment.” He practically proclaimed his love, tightening his grip on your hand.

You didn't respond, at least not verbally, motioning him down with your free hand to which he obeyed. Namor laid down next to you, resting his hand along with yours down in between you two, “anything” he whispers while staring at your eyes with all the admiration in the world.

Before he could get the chance to ask once more, you practically jumped him, using your free hand to wrap around his shoulder as you leaned on his upper body, surprising him with a passionate kiss. He could feel the sorrow you carried, and when he said anything- he meant it.

“If you wanted my affections, darling…” Namor took a deep breath when you just barely pulled away, continuing his sentence between slow kisses, “you could have asked. I'd never-” he paused to kiss you deeper for a moment “-I’d never refuse you.”

(platonic)

The laboratory was practically empty, which made sense due to just how late it was, but that didn't stop you from working away. SP//DR hung in front of you, being held up gently by chains to help with easier access to the full body.

Peni sat on the floor, leaning under one of the desks with blankets and pillows around her. She had made her own makeshift bed there after insisting on her watching you to fix any damages done to her beloved robot- which you didn't fight, figuring her connection to said robot was too deep to be able to.

“How does it look? Will SP//DR be okay?” She pipes up, breaking the silence with her worried questions. “Of course, SP//DR is very strong. Just some scratches and maybe a wire or two exposed, nothing I can't fix.” You swivel your chair around to offer her a reassuring smile, knocking gently against the robot's torso as an example.

She nodded, keeping hold of her pillow as she climbed out from underneath her desk spot and standing closer to watch you work. You moved your chair back around and continued to work, smoldering the metal plates to clean up any of the scratches and indents. Her stare was prominent, practically all over your shoulder to watch as her dear robot was fixed brand new.

“You should go back to resting” you said, setting down the tools in your hands and turning your head to look at her. “It's late, a kid like you needs sleep.”

“I just can't help but worry, SP//DR is all I have left of my dad…” she replied, giving herself permission to start leaning on your shoulders with all her weight. “And you won't lose it, not today.” Your statement brought comfort to her, a warmth she hasn't felt in a while spreading through her- a warmth that felt like a home.

The feeling only doubled when you pressed a kiss onto her cheek, smiling at her before going back to work. She couldn't help but smile, wrapping her arms around your neck into a tight hug before letting go and taking your advice- resting under the desk in her little makeshift bed, listening to the soft sounds of you working away as white noise.

“I'm not sure how you plan on meditating like that” she observed, watching as you threw pillows off the couch and onto the floor. “Easy! You said I have to be comfortable, right?” You smiled at her as you worked vigorously to make the floor a giant nest of blankets and pillows, “I'm doing just that.”

Your explanation was about what she should've expected from you, and by no means was she mad- it was just something she's never seen before, usually meditation made people want a clear space. She sat down on the couch and watched as you worked silently.

Not even five minutes later you were tugging at her hand, trying to get her to stand up. “What are you doing?” She looked up at you as you tugged on her arm. “I need the finishing touch.” You replied, tugging on her arm. Believing she was sitting on whatever you needed she graciously stood up and looked down at the couch to see what it was, but there was nothing here.

Before she could even question what the ‘finishing touch’ was, you tugged on her arm again, this time taking her with you as you sat down on the nest you had made. “Perfect” you muttered while pulling her into your arms, making her rest on your side.

The two of you sat in silence, her head resting on your lap while you played with her hair. You had pulled her down to lay on you soon after the two of you sat down, and she's just been laying there since- processing what was going on. When she did eventually get it through her head she turned to look up at you.

“This is not at all about meditation” she said, narrowing her eyes up at you. “You caught me” you smiled down at her, resting your hand on her cheeks and squishing them to make duck lips. “I do not enjoy being tricked” she murmured out through her plump lips, the words mushing together by the artificial lisp she was given.

Instead of replying, you lean down and press your lips against hers, letting go over her face so it could be normal again- instead resting your hand on her bicep and rubbing gently. Only when you pull away do you speak up, “am I forgiven?” Psylocke takes a moment of silence to stare at you, and for a moment you think she's genuinely pissed, but quickly those thoughts are dispersed when she speaks up, “it is a satisfactory apology.”

(Platonic)

Rocket sat on the porch steps of your dingy home and looked out, watching as the rain poured down from the sky. The wind was cold as it blew into his face, but he paid no mind as he continued to just sit there.

“Penny for your thoughts?” The question snapped him out of his thoughts, making him look up to you as you sat down next to him. “Unless you've actually got a coin, flark off” he spouts out, leaning away from you. He sighs almost dramatically when you pull out a penny from your pocket and offer it to him- “flarkin’ hell, did you actually just have that on you?”

“I knew you'd say that,” you reply, putting the penny into his lap “you've become predictable, Rocketeer.” Leaning back on your hands you cross your legs and watch the rain fall with him. “Me? Predictable? Oh please” Rocket scoffed, waving his hand before picking up the penny and examining it. Silence set in between the two of you, the rain being filler for anything that could possibly be said.

Rocket tossed the coin back to you, raising an eyebrow when you quickly caught it instead of having it hit you in the head and make you fumble like he thought. “So why'd you come out here? Couldn't resist my charm or somethin’?” He teased, nudging your arm with his. “Oh, right. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“That's it?” He questioned, looking up at you with an oddly confused face, “you came out here just to tell me you've made food?” there's a pause, “well, yeah, I wanted to make sure you got some first- you know how much Quill eats, best to get some before him” you chuckle at your own statement about Peter, Rocket joining in with a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, that's true.” He agrees, standing up and moving to stand on the top step of the porch. “What'd you make anyways?”

You turned and grabbed his face, pulling it down to place a big fat kiss on the very top of his head, letting go soon after to stand up yourself and turn to go back inside the house. “What the flark! Dude, not cool” Rocket complained, standing on the porch for a moment before chasing you inside, “and what'd you make!”

Wanda stared down at you, watching as you laid on the floor almost lifelessly if it wasn't for your head moving from side to side and complaining about your job.

“You should've heard him, Wanda! He told me to get it all done by Thursday!” You cried out, your arms raising to cover your face, “Thursday! Even Friday would've been nice.” With a dramatic sigh, your arms fall back to the floor with a thud.

Crouching down and moving to sit on her knees, she brushed hair away from your face and watched it fall. “Sounds very rough, dear” she says, and while she sounds pretty monotone you know she's being sympathetic over your painful boss. Her words bring you comfort, the understanding she offers makes you feel warm in the chest as you let out a deep breath you were definitely holding in. “Yeah”, you mutter back.

Your hand comes up and reaches out, palm to her awaiting. It's obvious what you want, and she obliges, putting her hand on top of yours to hold as she shifts to sit next to you. Her legs are on one side, she's half resting on one of her calves. Ever so gently, her free hand lifts your head and maneuvers you to have your head resting on her lap- her hand staying on your head and brushing your hair back into her.

“Anything I can help with?” She whispers, looking down at you as you bring her hand holding yours to her chest, to simply lie there. The rise and fall caused by your breath was a steady rhythm, which she liked.

“Just this.” You replied, looking up at her with a smile, turning your head gently to lean in her arms. A hum of approval was all she gave you.

The two of you sat like this for a while- even though both knew how uncomfortable the position was for the other, neither said a word, too scared to break the peace.

It was a surprise when she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your chin- a miscalculation on her part- before pulling back and going in for another kiss, actually planting it on your lips this time as intended.

“I love you,” she said, cutting you off before you could respond with more “my back hurts, mayhaps we could move to a more comfortable place?” she asks, though it was more of a suggestion - one that you could get behind. “Perhaps the couch, or maybe our bed, hm?” Her hum at the end only sweetened the deal- This was something you could get behind.

The rain pitter pattered against the windows, New York rain wasn't uncommon- just untalked about. You stood in the kitchen and watched the raindrops run down the window next to the fridge, taking a swig from your mug every few moments. It was a comfortable silence.

That was until the thud of footsteps interrupted, his bare feet stepping on the hardwood floors of your apartment- the yawn he let out was a knife cutting through the silence. He scratched at himself under the shirt he wore, groggily looking at you from across the room. “Morning” he let out another yawn halfway through.

You smile over at him, setting down your cup and leaning against the counter. “It's almost noon.” You corrected him, watching as he blinked slowly and just stood halfway in your living room.

“No,” he said before elaborating “I just woke up. That means it's morning.” The way he said it was so matter of fact-ly, walking over around the kitchen counter and coming up behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on the back of your neck- snuggling in like a cat would.

Nodding slowly, you rested a hand on his. “So that's how it works” you feigned understandment in a teasing way, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. “Yep, little do you know, I also have the power to control time.” He said, laughing at his own dumb statement.

“Really?” You turn your head to look at him, though you only see the top of his head, “The more I learn about you, Peter.” Both of you silently chuckled at how ridiculous it was, him lifting his head to look up at you a little.

Slowly, his hands grab your shirt and turn you around so you face him. Your back is now against the counter, his arms still around you as you both look at each other with loving eyes. “Good morning, then” you say before pressing a kiss to his lips, it was simple but filled with love.

“Morning” he repeats, leaning in for another kiss.

Tippy Toe sat on a pillowed chair, watching the TV that played some random show on one of the millions of streaming services you owned. Doreen sat huddled in your arm, hers wrapping around yours, her full weight practically on your side.

“Wait, so he doesn't love her?” Doreen asked, subconsciously her hand moving to rest higher on your side. “Doesn't seem like it.” You answered her question, ruffling her hair gently while your other hand fiddled with the remote to play the next episode.

She lets out a frustrated huff, “well I can't see how anyone would do that.” you glanced over at her, letting out an ‘oh?’ to question her. “Not loving someone you're dating, absolutely absurd!” She complains, raising a hand to point at the guy that was the topic of your discussion as the episode recap played.

“Yeah,” you agreed, pulling her close “I can't either.” She looks up at you with a bright smile. “I know you can't resist my pretty squirrel charm” she says with pride, pushing up more against you as her tail comes to wrap closer to you.

“I certainly can't” you said back, leaning down to peck at her cheek, pulling back to skip the show intro. Though she wasn't satisfied with that, moving to grab the neck of your shirt and pulled you down so she could get another kiss. Her lips met yours in a playful kiss.

The two of you sat like that for a bit, simply enjoying the others embrace and the kiss. But then the two of you pulled away with smiles, Doreen going back to resting on you.

“Wait, rewind, we totally just missed something important.”

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“ellie x reader x vi” “abby x reader x sevika”

hear me out ellie x reader x rain. ellie and rain being siblings. ellie falling first and rain falling harder. of course reader likes them both and is oblivious. of course reader’s heart breaks when ellie finds herself distracting her feelings with dina. and duh rain swoops in like prince charming to make reader feel better. telling reader how dumb her sister can be sometimes and how you’re the most perfect person in jackson. and how can you not kiss her right then and there??? ok gn

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under the mistletoe

summary - every phighter (seperately) x reader, as it sounds

misc - HAPPY HOLIDAYS ..... smiles

sword

"What?"

-doesn't plan it ; i don't think he knows it's a thing. no reasoning i just don't think he would be aware. he's not totally in the dark about all the little romanticisms of the holidays but this one's a little lost on hi.

-he doesn't really get it is all ......... it's cute sure, but he kisses you all the time, what's so special about this?

-he'll still get a little shy though, he's kissing you! in front of people! and you're fine with that! what! he's confident enough in your relationship, but he's still a little awestruck everytime you guys do something so intimate in public

-he likes knowing you're fine with people knowing you're together about as much as he likes to show you how much he loves you.

skate

"C'mon baby! It's the rules!"

-doesn't actively try to set it up too much. he's moreso just nudging you in the right riection every now and then and staring at it for most of the night. it's very obvious to everyone else.

-he just thinks its a staple! the mistletoe kiss is right up there with the new years kiss, it's one of the most romantic gestures out there (in his book)!

-honestly very sweet about it, will probably put his arms around our waist or grab and hold your hands to pull you closer.

-also he just likes showing you off and this is the easiest way of doing that other than all the verbal bragging he's doing that night. whoops.

katana

"..."

-not going to set it up or care much. it's a cute tradition, but nothing super important to him. plus, it's really gonna depend on your surroundings. if you're around other people, he'll keep it in mind for when you're alone (consider it a delayed one). if it's just you two, then he's a lot more likely to oblige.

-it's really up to you. if you seem nervous or uninterested, he's not going to push it at all. he'd much rather go at your pace and make sure you're ready and comfortable than pry for a silly tradition.

-he's a very sentimental kisser, so expect to be there for a few seconds. he likes taking his time so he can put as much of his heart into it as he can.

-while the tradition itself isn't anything to him, the gesture is very important to him. he's got some pretty gnarly scars, so knowing you're still willing to do something so intimate when you can see and feel them makes him happier than he knows how to say.

banhammer

"Funny seeing you here!"

-doesn't plan it really. he thinks about it, he thinks it'd be cute, but he doesn't really push you over there. he might whine about it a little afterwards if he doesn't end up doing it (it's so tropey, he has to man), but that's about it

-he takes it a liiitle seriously. he's all for traditions like this man you don't get it, he just thinks they've got such a charm to them. they're so simple and yet have so much payoff ...

-he's dropping a shitty one-liner sorry. he thinks its fun to flirt with you like you two aren't dating. he's gotta prove to you he's a good boyfriend, alright?

-sweet kisser though. if you're especially shorter thn him, he might lift you up into his arms a bit to make it easier on the both of you. if not, you're still getting pulled right up to him. it's cold outtt .... ::]

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rocket

"Well, you know what they say!"

-nudges you in the right direction. he wants at least one, it's a classic! he's pretty similar to skate in this regard.

-it's a big show of affection in his eyes just because it encompasses so many feelings for him- he gets to show you off, he gets to kiss you, AND he gets to do something stupidly cheesy, what more could he want?

-he's a little messy with it- more so because he's excited. he ends up going in a little too fast and maybe bumping eachother if you're not careful.

-he'll have an arm around your waist for the rest of the night. he's pretty proud of himself.

slingshot

"What? Oh- OH!"

-doesn't plan it at all. in all honesty, it probably happens at the cafe rather than a party. it just got thrown in with all the other holiday decorations, so he hung it up without really thinking about it.

-if it happens during the workday, he's a little iffy on it, he'd like to mantain as much professionalism as he can ... buuut he might still give you a little peck before rushing off to work on the orders. if you're alone, then he's more than happy to linger a little longer.

-the type to hold the side of your face or your shoulder while kissing. he likes the stability of it and just thinks it's cute ...

scythe

"Well well- lookey here."

-she planned this. she's the reason the mistletoe is there. this was not fate this was a grand plot and you don't even know the start of it.

-oh come on- of course scythe of all people would be all over this! it's an easy way to show off your relationship (she's possessive, sue her) and to get a free kiss. there's no way she's gonna pass up an opportunity like this.

-she makes a big show of it, sorry. she loves to get under your skin and fluster you, so she's gonna spend her time getting closer and teasing you about you looking a little embarassed.

-the kiss itself is surprisingly chaste and sweet, she likes showing you off but she's got class, alright?

shuriken

"Well, I'm waaaiting ..."

-plans it. he spends a good part of the night herding you over there at least once but most likely twice. sue him for wanting to kiss his partner...

-he's not super used to the tradition, so it's still got that allure of something new to him. he's got a hyped up view of it, so he's pretty excited and it shows in how he's grinning like an idiot the moment he gets the chance.

-this isn't to say its gonna wear off to him though- it'll get normalized, sure, but he still looks forward to it every time. it's romantic! it's cute! let him live!

-annoyingly sneaky about it too- please don't act too surprised, you're only going to feed his ego

hyperlaser

"Negative."

-it's a hard no in public. no explanation needed he's not doing it. If you really wanna you can kiss his helmet, and honestly ......... he would think it's cute. it's a stupid tradition but you pull it off.

-if you do, he'll return the favor later (once you have less eyes on you) by leaning his head against yours. it's not a huge deal but it's a little way of him sort-of doing it back .. in spirit at least.

-in private ... ehhhh. he's still iffy on it. if you ask really nicely he might lift his helmet up just enough, but that's about it. it's just not super comfortable for him.

-not a pda guy but he'll hold your hand and keep you at his side. it's nothing special toan on looker but to him it's a show of love and care- if he didn't love you, he wouldn't bother holding you so close to him. he values his space and privacy, so know that him including you in it is a way of him showing your importance to him.

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medkit

"Really?"

-doesn't plan it ; he thinks its silly. around people, it's gonna be a no, he's not super into PDA. if it's just the two of you ... you could convince him.

-he still thinks it's stupid, but he's willing to do stupid things if it means you're happy. a very chaste kisser but that doesn't take any of the sentiment out of it, he really does mean every little gesture of affection.

-he's going to hold your hand most likely, it's a little comfort to him- he's prone to squeezing your hand in a nonverbal 'i love you.'

-he'll be thinking about it everytime he sees mistletoe again for the next few days. it's driving him a little crazy he's coming home and staring at your lips a little bit while you guys tell eachother about your day. expect a few more kisses than normal

boombox

"(You wanna?)"

-the truest of neutrals. he thinks it's cute and he doesn't mind pda, but it's not something he sees as super important. he's very confident in your relationship and he's pretty affectionate already, so it's your call really

-it'll probably be just a quick peck, but that's only because he's probably kissed you a few times already and has haf an arm around you the whole night anyway

-really, it's just not necessary. you're already pissing everyone off with how sweet the two of you are you don't need the extra gesture.

subspace

"Ugh- Don't be ridiculous!"

-he's only going to realize if someone else walks him through it. he's not super familiar with all the traditions that go with the season, so a lot of them come off as pretty strange to him.

-if it's around other people, it's not happening, sorry. at most, he'll take you kissing the mask, but even then he might grumble a bit (he likes showing off, being vulnerable and recieving affection is a little different). nothing personal, he's just not taking it off around others.

-if it's just you two though ... then he can be swayed. he'll still think it's stupid and you're being strange but he signed up for that. he'll do it if only to see what all the fuss is about.

-'that's it?' and then he's doing it again the next time you ask. he is not immune.

vine staff

"Oh! Well, only if you'd like to..."

-she will not notice unless someone points it out to her. she's spent a lot of holiday seasons with shuriken and slingshot, so she just forgot this was apart of the holiday honestly. she's a lot more accustomed to the chaos than the sweeter little things (help her).

-while everyone would ask first, she's the most 'whatever' about it. It's a cute thing, don't get her wrong! she just doesn't feel the need to perform, for lack of a better term. she loves you and knows you love her, she doesn't really feel the need to show that off too much.

-if it was a smaller gathering, she'd be a little more into it, but if it's a bigger party she's happy to just talk to you about anything and everything under the mistletoe instead.

-very short and chaste but sweet all the same. she might grab and hold onto one of your hands, she usually won't let go afterwords either. smile

coil

"Aww- Did you plan this?"

-he doesn't set it up at first. the first time, he kinda forgot it was a thing- he's been busy! but once he realizes he's got a free 'kiss s/o' AND 'show s/o off' card, it's over. he's so smooth with it it's annoying. whether he meets you there so you have to stop below it or he casually leads you over while you're both talking, it might as well say gullible on the ceiling.

-like skate, he likes pulling you real close. he's a fan of physical affection, so you bet he's taking the chance to throw his arms around you. even afterwards, he'll keep an arm slung around you.

-he can't go to big parties, so he's usually just around skates gang, but he'll still take the opportunity to brag. he knows you're a catch, he knows you're sweet on him, how could he not be a little smug?

-if you pull a fast one on him and pull HIM under the mistletoe though, you can bet he's impressed. he'll be teasing you about it for a bit, but only because he thinks it's adorable.

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[I look after you.] [POTA headcanons!]

Summary: Random acts of service I think each ape would do for you!

Characters: Caesar, Noa, Koba, Maurice Rocket, Blue eyes, Lake, Cornelius, and Dar.

Warnings: Caesar and Noa's are meant to be romantic. Dar and Cornelius are platonic as well. The others could be read as platonic or romantic, though!

A/N: These are all just random thoughts I've had today. Some will be shorter than others due to just how many characters I tried to include, so bare with me!

Caesar has a sixth sense as to when you're gonna get hurt, it's uncanny.

Humans are clumsy and more fragile than others, he knows as such because of his grandfather and Will, seeing them trip and fall over nothing, stub their toe and curse, it's almost as if they didn't have spatial awareness at times.

His reflexes are faster than his words.

So he knows when you're about to slam your forehead full force into a wooden beam, immediately throwing a hand up to soften the blow.

You instinctually let out an "Ow!" Before realizing you're okay, your mates warm hand against your skin. The Chimp raises an eye bridge up at you, looking towards you and then his hand.

"Oh."

Koba doesn't do anything nice for you without the expectation that you will do something for him in return.

One thing he will do is protect you against yourself, mainly out of pure pity.

Your center of gravity is different than his, and the woods are not meant for you, so get used to Koba yanking you back from a steep drop.

He isn't gentle about it, fist curled into your jacket and roughly dragging you backward, letting out a shrill against his knowledge.

You knock against his chest, his body immediately giving off its warmth to your own.

You're too scared to look up at Koba, knowing damn well he's gonna be glaring down at you, a comment ready to go.

Unfortunately for you, he does it regardless if you meet his gaze or not.

"Should have. Let you fall." He growls, hoping you can't somehow feet his heartbeat pumping out of his chest.

Noa enjoys caring for you, making your life easier by any means necessary, whether it be by learning how to make you tools that help you fish easier, cooking your meat for you, knowing that your anatomy is different, to teaching you to the best of his ability how to hunt more efficiently.

It's his love language, not that he'd be aware of it. It makes him feel like a good mate, and that boosts his ego.

He gets so mad if you try and wave him off, scoffing at the thought of you not needing him.

What do you mean you're fine on your own? Nuh uh.

Has pouted before and got huffy if you get off of your horse without him helping you down, turning his back to you childishly as he sighs as long as possible.

I hate him.

Maurice lets you cuddle into him for warmth. His fur is longer than the others, and he runs warm. He worries for you when the winters get rough. There's only so much they can do other than set a fire up and wrap you with animal hides.

Sometimes, it's not enough, and shivering yourself to sleep isn't fun.

Maurice considers you family, being the first first ape to truly take you in, he'd never turn you away from when you need him most.

Never needing permission, you quietly make your way to the Orangutan's nest, trying your best not to step on any leaves or branches.

Gingerly taking your time to settle next to Maurice, lowering your body down.

Taking a glance at Nova resting on his other side, you don't catch his eyes peering open, a hand coming up to sign slowly.

'Come.'

Lifting a long arm, he allows you to curl into his side, finally granting you a good night's rest.

Blue eyes always makes sure you're apart of the conversation, if he and Ash are goofing around, and you're standing off to the side, he's gonna immediately poke small fun at you to get your attention.

The second he has it, he's gesturing you over to their little circle at the camp fire, asking you what humans think of whatever subject they're talking about.

Baby Blue will shove his shoulder into Ash if he tries to make fun of you, knowing well that you may not take it as friendly banter just yet.

If you're gonna be with the colony, you'll need a protector, and who else is a better, more loyal one than Rocket.

No ape is being disrespectful towards you on his watch, you're important to Caesar and while that was in fact originally the reason he made it a point to keep an eye on you, he's come to love you himself.

An Ape comes up to you, asking something wildly inappropriate?

Rocket gets up in their face, making direct eye contact and puffing out his chest for them to back the fuck off, daring them to make a move, all while making sure you're well hidden behind himself.

Lake enjoys braiding your hair for you, the different texture offering a welcome challenge compared to her own.

She's so gentle and light handed, her fingers weaving the strands to the best of her ability, fingers much too large.

It's a bonding experience between the two of you, her downtime, after working with the little ones for hours previously.

The littlest ape prince is no stranger to clinging on to you at any point in time. Even as he grows older and gets to be too heavy to sit on your lap or climb up your back, he does it anyway. Wrapping his arms around your neck and hiding his face against your skin.

He does it when looking for comfort, but also for when he's being a little shit and his dad is searching for him to chastise.

Cornelius knows that when you're near, you're gonna spoil and baby him, and that's exactly what he wants, hiding behind you.

He is observant like his father, always in tune with your emotions and knows when you need to have company so you don't stew in your own head.

Drags you off to play with the other apes, not taking no for an answer even if you try to. He pulls those puppy dog eyes and it's damn near impossible to deny him.

Taking on a motherly role for you comes with ease, Dar slipping into it once Noa vouches for you.

She makes sure to take you under her wing, teaching you their ways of life in the a view point of an elder, not just Noas.

Please don't imagine that she'd make you your own shawl, matching her own, literally don't bc I teared up.

She'd be ecstatic to see you wear it around the colony, staring at you. She's so proud of you from how far you've come.

Dar will blatantly introduce you to others as her child, no matter what another ape says. Which wouldn't be much to begin with, became who is gonna argue with her? She won't hear a word of it, waving them off.

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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.

[phighting-x-you]

If anythingggg id like to askfor more of that but like

Katana takes reader aside to try to warn them, but he keeps getting blocked by other phighters

Ok thank youuuu

I guess part 2s are becoming a regular on this blog,,,,not complaining ehehehehe,,,

Yandere! Phighting x human! reader part 2! 💘💌

It's been six months since you've been trapped isekai'd into Phighting!, and you've adapted to living in the game. Infact, the Phighters were planning a half-year anniversary party for you, how sweet!

Most days, you interacted with the Phighters and sometimes spoke with the NPCs. You even met the local Broker! Much to the dismay of a certain someone...

"Awww, what a cute little thing you are!" The Broker claims, squishing your face in his hands with a bright grin on his face. His hands were soft and cool as they cupped your cheeks. "If ya want, I could set you up with some sweet gear, on the house!"

"Hey! Hands off!" From the distance, Banhammer was approaching. Broker giggled and unhanded you, choosing to ruffle your hair.

"Oh-oh! Banny doesn't seem to like me much, and I thought we were friends! Oh well, I'll catch up with you another time. Bye-bye!" And with that, The Broker was gone just as Banhammer managed to reach you. He growled, agitated.

"Damn Broker slipping through my grasp again! Stay right away from him, if he's givin' you trouble, ya tell me." The Warden says, putting a firm hand on your shoulder.

The Flipside Brothers had also invited you to watch Phights alongside them! How exciting is that? The Phighters were delighted to see you watching from the stands, all trying to impress you at the same time.

Everything was going great, the Phighters had even planned a present for you! One you'd never forget!

"Alright, listen up!" Subspace clapped his rugged hands, capturing the attention of all Phighters in the cafè. "The anniversary party will be soon, and we need the perfect gift for Y/N."

"How about letting them choose the theme for the next Phestival?" Boombox suggests, leaning back in his chair. "I'm pretty tight with The Flipside, so I'm sure they'd allow it."

"Or how about gifting them something beautiful?" Vine Staff muses, gently drawing circles on the table. "Shuriken and I can turn their garden into something breathtaking!"

"Those are all good ideas, but..." Sword cut in, clasping his hands together in thought. "It has to be something personal, to show how much we love them."

"He's got a point. We should give them something, like a token of appreciation!" Slingshot brainstormed. The room was filled with murmers, everyone giving out their ideas.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Coil sped into the room, a bright light in his eyes. Rapidly, he ran to the front of the room, bumping into Subspace.

"Oh, for SFOTH's sake Coil! Do you min-"

"Shush! Everybody, listen!" Coil bellows, everyone snapping their heads towards him. "I've got the perfect present for Y/N! Look at what I found!"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, squared disc, looking very much like a spawning square. Coil threw it onto the floor, where it smacked against the ground before turning into...someone?

It was a Phighter.

"Y'see, I went scrolling through Y/N's Roblox profile to try get some ideas for what they'd perhaps like. I got curious and looked through their creations, and that's where I found this fella!" Coil explained, proudly patting the back of the Phighter. Suddenly, Medkit's crystal began to glow, his eyes snapping open. He had an idea.

"That's it! We could use Y/N's own Phighter...and make them one in the same!" He announced, slamming his fist on the desk with such excitement at the idea. "Not only will they be like us, but they can join the Phights!"

"I'll be more than happy to train 'em up!" Scythe agreed to the idea, her teeth flashing in a wide grin. "Good thinkin', 'kit." Everyone else loved the idea, beginning to plan it in thorough detail.

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Katana's breath hitched. He had been listening in from outside. Turning you into something you're not? It's a sickening idea. He can't stand for this, he won't allow it. Kidnapping you was far enough, transformation was a whole new level of deplorable.

He crept away quickly and quietly, making a beeline straight to your home. He had to warn you, he had to tell you the truth. He had to help you.

You had been learning to ride your newly-gifted skateboard outside when Katana had rushed over to you. You were concerned when he didn't say hello back.

Swiftly gripping your hand, he pulled you back into your house, closing the door. He began to explain everything.

Unfortunately, before he could tell you very much, there was a knock at the door.

"Hello, Y/N! Isn't it such a beautiful day today?" Subspace asked, motioning towards the sun in an overzealous manner. You smiled in agreement. Katana, on the other hand, went completely still. His stomach dropped when he saw Hyperlaser and Biograft behind the scientist.

"Now, I was just looking for Katana. We have something planned for you, and I have to talk to him about it. Why don't you take a walk with Biograft? He wants to learn more about humans!"

With a smile, you stepped out of your house and began to take a stroll with the robot, describing what it's like to be human as best as you could. When you were fully out of earshot, Subspace pulled Katana through your front door and slammed him against a tree, grasping his horns in a harsh fashion.

"Listen here..." He growled, angry pink fumes spilling from his gas mask. "You aren't getting in the way of this. Hyperlaser told me everything, and I don't think he's above silencing his own partner for good if he has to!"

Katana struggled, reaching for his gear. Hyperlaser, however, ripped it from its sheath and threw it far in the distance. The overwhelming black mask burning right into the samurai's eyes. A tear of frustration spilled from his mask, making Subspace smirk sickeningly.

"I always knew there was something off about you. Do you not love Y/N? Is that it? Do you hate them? You heartless twit!" He continued, spewing accusations in Katana's face. He slammed the samurai's head forcefully against the tree, making a sickening thwack! sound before shoving him on the ground.

"Consider this your only warning. If you try interfering with us again, then I guess Y/N will be replacing you on the roster!" Subspace spat, kicking Katana in the ribs before marching away.

Wheezing in pain, Katana lifted his head up to look at Hyperlaser, shaky tears pouring down his face. A silent stare down between the two told them both that their relationship was no more, ending with Hyperlaser walking after Subspace, not looking back at his pained ex-lover.

As the days drew closer to the anniversary party, you didn't see Katana as much. It was almost worrying, but Hyperlaser assured you that Katana wasn't feeling very well, but you'd see him again at the party!

News about the party spread to the Flipside Brothers, who said they'd definitely come. The two went on to have a meaningful conversation about the party, worrying over what they should wear to the occasion.

"Dom should I just wear my usual suit or should I wear one of my Phestival outfits? I think my Ice Cream outfit would do nicely." Valk asked his brother, looking around his closet. Dom, who was busy responding to fanmail, simply just hummed in agreement.

He should probably fetch an outfit for the party, too. He put his pen down and opened up his own closet. Dom eyed up his Raven outfit when a thought dawned on him.

"Hey, Valk, do you think the Phighters have a surprise planned for Y/N?" He asked his brother.

"Oh yeah! Boombox told me they're gonna turn them into an Inpherno." Valk replied casually, taking his outfit out of the closet. "I was thinki-"

"Sorry, what?" Dom cut his brother off, slamming his closet door shut in surprise. Valk turned to his brother, surprised by the sudden sound of impact. The purple brother looked shocked.

"Turning Y/N into...an Inpherno?" He repeated, his expression contorting into worried concern. "Would that even work?"

Valk laid his Ice Cream outfit neatly on his bed and walked towards his brother.

"Listen, it sounds bad. But think about it, it'll be awesome! When Y/N becomes an Inpherno, they can also become a Phighter and-"

"And what if it goes wrong? What if Y/N ends up mutilated? Will that be awesome?" Dom rebutted, sending his brother into silence. Valk chewed his lower lip as he considered the possibility.

"Well, no, of course not." Valk answered, looking at the framed photo of Y/N beside the brothers. He picks it up and sighs. "Y/N doesn't even remember how they got here."

He paused, suspicion growing in his eyes. "Dom. How do you think they got here?"

"I don't know, man. But something tells me they didn't come here of their own accord."

Both idols stood in a silence, thick with contemplation. Eventually, they made a plan. A plan to find out how you got here.

[honeypleasesugar]

It Lead to this

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Info Rocket/Gn Reader Refrence to smut, word count 1180

(Hi! I made a promise to make gender neutral versions of my stories and here you chapter 1 of my first chapter length fic Enjoy!)

You wake up with blurry eyes, stiff muscles and a warm fuzzy ball beside you oh wait, that's Rocket, you stayed over after the celebration last night over the high evolutionary being defeated and freeing all the victims. This happens between you too much, hence you’ve got a couple of spare clothes now at his place as well as your toothbrush.

Your arms are still wrapped around his bare furry back so warm beside your skin, speaking of skin you didn’t put a shirt on after the spicy event of Rocket dragging you away from the party and having your little celebration. Have you ever seen him so peaceful other than now with his tormentors no longer able to harm him, never even in his sleep he seemed stressed.

You slowly move your arms away from him covering him back up with the doona, you grab a spare graphic shirt, slowly putting it on as Rocket softly wakes up, but you're too busy trying to find your socks n shoes to notice his eyes sluggishly opening.

He quickly shuts his eyes again just before you reach over to kiss his forehead as a quiet goodbye, you had work today and we’re not in the mood to hear any bullshit from your boss. Grabbing your bag and phone you walk out of his room into the hallway and just as you're about to open the door, Groot says your name as well as Adam yawns next to him, both looking as haggard as you.

“Hey.. good morning sorry if you heard stuff..,” you said sheepishly with your hand inches away from you opening the door.

“I am Groot?”(you don’t usually leave this early?) he questioned you leaning his shoulder on the hallway wall.

“Yeah, what the tree man said,” Adam agreed, not knowing much about you other than your Rocket’s sneaky link.

“Yeah… I’ve got work and I’m not a fan of my boss bitching about me being two hours late. I've already had to do overtime and I’m not in the mood for that,” You claimed, now leaning your back on the door.

“I am Groot,”(Yes but I’ve seen you eat breakfast here saying this is worth more than your Bitchy job and that bitch of a boss, tell me why change?) he asked while slightly smirking.

You’ve been keeping this in for a while and now feels like a better time before you change more.“Uh well.. I’m trying to distance myself from Rocket and I uh.. see this as a silent painless way,” you said while scratching the back of your head looking away.

Both Groot and Adam are in shock, Groot gasping as Adam covers his mouth with his jaw dropped.

“I am Groot!”(But why, you both seemed to be getting closer these past couple of months, I thought it’d be any day now you’d be dating, why!?) he asked with a shocked sense of curiosity all while Adam crouched down in absolute shock now his hands holding his head.

“Well I do like Rocket, sure but he’s clearly said before that he's not interested in a more serious relationship, and is busy with the management of all the animals,” you said now avoiding eye contact with Groot rubbing your shoulder.

*— — — *

Your mind retraces back to last night's enormous party. Confetti, drinks, music and what I could tell more than a hundred neighbours and friends celebrating, you’ve had this question on your mind for a while, it has been a couple of months since you both became infatuated with each other.

At least twice a week Rocket and you would sneak away going on little dates, shopping, restaurants and bars. Or just hours together enjoying each other's affection like teenagers. It felt like you were dating but he never expressed if you guys were a couple or not even after drowning you in his gifts, verbal and physical affection. It honestly just confused you even more.

You’d have had enough of his vagueness and needed to put a label on this relationship if not you would've gone mad, just before Rocket walks into the bar with the rest of his family, you quickly tap his shoulder coaxing him into the ally way before anyone notices you both vanished.

“You okay doll?” he questioned you with an energised grin on his face.

“Rocket, I’ll just say this… what are we?” you asked bluntly not wanting to beat around the bush anymore, crouching down to his height with such dread not wanting to ruin the one good thing in your life.

“What, what do you mean?” his smile dropped and now he was just confused at your out-of-nowhere question, it honestly made him more nervous than it should.

“This Rocket, us what are we, are we dating or just fuck buddies, I’d just like to put a label on this before we go further,” you said as your body felt like it was sinking in your anxiety.

“What we are just fuck buddies, we never went far with affection,” he proclaimed looking away, your heart sank hearing such words.

“Really?! you don’t see what I see?, the constant verbal affection, the dates the gifts the overwhelming love you shower me with, I don’t mind staying as we are now but I feel like it’s becoming more than just ‘fuck buddies’, I don't want to get attached Rocket.” You spoke, tears swell in your eyes, you felt like you were drowning in hopelessness and anxiety of losing the one good thing keeping you sane.

He’s a bit shocked by your reply, as he is about to give a comeback to deny any of this. Still, he remembers doing all those things, he remembers the gifts he saw in the plaza thinking they would look great on you, he remembers calling you in the middle of the night just because he saw a star that reminded him of you. Something more was going on with his actions but he didn’t know how to put it in words to you, all he knew was that when you were next to him, he still missed you. But with new emotions and newer actions became more panic for him.

“Look doll, I also like what we have going on but, I’m just busy right now and I can’t afford to have a more serious relationship. For tomorrow on I have to deal with over 100 animals and figure out where they go on this freakin skull,” He said sheepishly trying to talk in a calm tone but inside he is freaking out just blurting the most apparent stuff trying to deflect himself.

Although it wasn't what you wanted to hear at all, you are at least glad that your anxiety can be quelled over time by distancing yourself.

“Are you satisfied now, is this what you wanted from me?” he quelled getting a bit antsy.

“Yes, Rocket… thank you,” you said so bittersweetly, pushing down the feelings that bloomed like stepping on a flower.

Chapter 2 will be posted soon! If you can’t wait go check out my Ao3 same name and icon!

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

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-

[probe56]

You have an eatable art style.

Thank you! Sorry for the really late late answer- but speaking of eating... Take this feast HSAJIA-

"gotcha!"

[milkcookiekin]

if project 2025 goes through if a republican is elected as president, everyone is fucked because the president will essentially become a dictator. (when he says he won’t become a dictator aside from day one, he’s fucking lying, he’s taking away the rights of millions just by implementing this project alone) everybody is fucked.

if a woman has some sort of medical issue, or is raped and gets pregnant, no matter their age, they’re basically being forced to keep the baby because project 2025 will get rid of abortions, and they will no longer be able to prevent pregnancy. if you are a single mother, you are both demonized and at risk of having your child taken away. abortion isn’t murder if the baby isn’t born yet!! it’s not infanticide if the baby isn’t born yet!! some people can’t afford or provide for a baby!!

if you have any sort of mental health problems or physical disabilities, you will be demonized for that, and you most likely won’t get the help you need because they will treat you as if you aren’t human.

for lgbtq+ people, they could be discriminated anywhere and not face any consequences. openly coming out as an lgbtq+ person means your entire existence is fucked because you could get fired from your job at any point if your boss feels the need to fire you and you are most definitely at risk of facing retaliation and harassment as a result. for those in same-sex relationship or are only attracted to people of the same sex, you will no longer be able to adopt your own child if you want one. they will stop any and all acknowledgment of LGBTQ+ people and will see them as nothing more than lesser beings. you can be harassed anywhere and they won’t do anything about it.

this isn’t even the half of it, and if you say you agree with project 2025 and want it to happen, you are either a rich, christian white person or some edgy teen in their sweaty clothes who hasn’t washed their ass in a week. go take a shower, you nasty little shit.

i’m honestly tired because both options for presidents are awful, one supports genocide and is on the verge of death (Joe Biden) and the other plans to become a dictator (Donald Trump), and he could easily swoop in if the first guy dies during his presidency and implement those laws.

this has nothing to do with phighting and i’m so sorry for the lack of content, i’ve just been wanting to bring awareness to the danger many people are in right now, i will get back to my writing soon, but if i have a platform that i can use to voice my and many others thoughts and my concerns, i will do as such. these are only a few of the problems project 2025 comes along with. if you are not in any of these minorities, at least try to help them out because we are at risk of becoming another North Korea. what happened to the land of the free?

[littleprinces]

Sister in Law

Jung Dahyun (Rocket Punch) x Male Reader

Dahyun was my wife's younger sister, a petite Korean bombshell with long black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, and a body that could make any man's cock hard. I had always had a thing for her, and I knew she felt the same. We had been exchanging flirty texts and secret looks for months, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our desires.

One night, while my wife was out of town on business, I received a text from Dahyun: "Hey, I'm bored. Wanna come over and watch a movie?" I couldn't resist. I arrived at her apartment to find her wearing a tight-fitting shirt and short shorts, her nipples already hard under the fabric.

We started watching a movie, but it wasn't long before our hands started to wander. I leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed me back, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me. She moaned in pleasure, grinding her hips against my cock.

We moved to the bedroom, and I started to undress her. I kissed her neck, her earlobes, and her nipples, taking my time to savor every inch of her body. She moaned and writhed underneath me, begging me to fuck her. But I had something else in mind.

I spread her legs apart and started to lick her pussy, making her moan even louder. I sucked on her clit, and she came hard, her juices flowing down my chin. I then fingered her pussy, making her moan even louder.

"Oppa aahhh" Dahyun moan so loud and i still suck her pussy and make her pussy are so wet

But I wasn't done yet. I reached around and started to play with her ass, circling my finger around her asshole. She tensed up at first, but then relaxed as I started to push my finger inside her. I fingered her ass while I continued to lick her pussy, and she came again and again.

I positioned myself behind her, and I started to fuck her pussy from behind, doggy style. She moaned and screamed as I pounded her pussy, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

"Oppa ummhh yes fuck me" Dahyun moan so loud

"Yes, Dahyun you are mine uhhh not like your unnie, your pussy are so tight" I keep pounding her so hard and pull her hair so hard

"Yes yes don't stop to fuck me!!" Dahyun scream so loud

I pulled out of her pussy and pushed my cock into her ass, making her scream even louder. I fucked her ass hard and fast, making her moan and beg for more. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock, and I knew I was going to cum soon.

"Fuck, Oppa my ass" Dahyun scream so loud

"Just cum inside me oppa, i'm your slut!" Dahyun moan so loud

I then came all over her ass and pussy, breeding her like the dirty slut she was. She moaned and begged for more, but I had already cum.

I got dressed and left, knowing I had just had the hottest sex of my life. I couldn't wait to do it again.

[rocketqueen1989x]

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