#rocket raccon x reader

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GOTG Rocket x Reader - The Ache

Summary: You and Rocket have never gotten along, but your mutual hate will never stop the ache in your bellies.

Warnings: unrealized love, angst, romanticization of toxic dynamics, romantic/sexual feelings without action, longing, double-sided, takes place between vol. 2 and infinity war, reptilian!alien!reader

Escalation. Everything had to escalate, every tiny disagreement. But that's to be expected when your family consists of a lizard, a bug, a sapling, a rodent, three assassins, and a celestial demi-god. Gamora had called it growing pains, but at this point, you weren't sure anymore. Quill had suggested that everyone was just cramped in the ship and grumpy because of it, but maybe he just wasn't ready to accept the fact none of you actually liked eachother.

Actually, that wasn't necessarily true. You liked some of your teammates, Mantis and Groot, for example. Drax and Gamora were also good company, and Quill introduced you to many of your favorite songs. Occasionally, you could even squeeze engaging conversations out of Nebula. That only left...Rocket.

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"Get outta here," he grumbled, dropping spare parts at his feet and disregarding you immediately upon entering your shared living space. You afforded him a sideways glare and scoffed, not bothering to look up from the sappy romance novel you were taking in.

"You can't just kick me out, Rocket, this is my room too." You chided from your bottom bunk, inches from his back. If you were willing to pay him any mind, you would've seen his fur stand up on end at your response.

"Yeah well, it was my room first and I need space to work. You can read that stupid chicklit anywhere ya want, but unless you wanna go into the next mission with a busted blaster, you better get." He barked, hunching over on the floor, going to work.

"I told you I don't need your help fixing it. I'm taking it to a professional when we land, asshole. Now give it back." You growled, sitting up and slamming the paperback down on the bed.

"No," he said frankly. "It's my job to fix shit when it breaks, so I'm fixing it. And for your information, I am a professional. Now get lost."

"Rocket, give me back my blaster, I don't want you working on it!" you protested, sharply standing up and narrowly missing his bunk with your head. "If you don't give it back, I'm telling Quill that you've been going through my stuff again!" It wouldn't have been a lie, either. You knew full and well that that gun was in your personal trunk earlier in the day. There was no way he'd 'just found it'.

Rocket went rigid, offended, and dropped the pieces in his hands. "Why don't you want me working on it? I made the damn thing in the first place, why wouldn't I be qualified to fix it, your highness?"

"Oh, don't give me that! You think I haven't noticed how it's only my stuff that breaks? You'll make the same thing for everyone, but somehow the one I get breaks every other week!" You huffed, fists clenched and eyes narrowed.

Finally, Rocket turned back to look at you, his nose nearly grazing your thigh in the sardine tin you called a bedroom. Rabid coal eyes bored into you as he stared you down, bearing teeth and growling. "And just what are ya implyin' there, princess?"

His intimidation tactics only triggered your own instinctual aggression, making your scaly tail sway as a warning, your lip curling up and revealing a jagged and carnivorous grin. "You're sabotaging my weapons and I know it."

"Take it back," he warned. "Now."

"No," you tested, leaning down closer to him. With shoulders bouncing with labored breath, he tried to calm himself to no avail. Suddenly, before you could register what had happened, you brought your hand to your burning cheek. Warm, red blood dressed your fingertips as you drew them back to observe them. In the background of your vision, Rocket shrunk against the wall, chest heaving.

"I-I'm sorry..." he whispered, barely audibly. "I-I didn't mean to-"

"Y-You scratched me...?" the hurt in your voice melted his resolve even further as you pressed your back to the bunks in an effort to be even centimeters further from him. Finally, you'd gained enough courage to bolt out of the door he was partially blocking, bounding over him like spooked prey. He watched you disappear within the depths of the ship, sobbing, likely to go tattle on him.

Rocket slid to the floor, holding his head in his hands. He didn't like hurting people, at least not ones that weren't hurting him first. But you'd hurt his feelings, right? He wracked his brain trying to justify how poorly he always treated you.

You were the thorn in Rocket's side, a headache that refused to subside. You got stuck in his fur and crept under his skin like an infection. He had become sickly addicted to yelling at you and eagerly awaited altercations with you. He was just excited to put you in your place, he'd tell himself. Winning arguments with you would get him so incredibly high, and losing them, incredibly low, all he could do to return to neutrality was relieve himself.

But he hated you, right? Rocket hated you so much, that sometimes, he'd listen to you snore from above when he couldn't sleep. Only to have something to bully you for the next day, of course.

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You stared at your disfigured face in the mirror, standing in the cubical of a bathroom that you all shared. Lightly, you drug your fingers over the quartet of shallow cuts. Sometimes you'd squeeze your cheek, just to watch a sparse dots of red surface. You were still in shock, unable to believe he'd actually tried to harm you.

Maybe you'd pushed him too far, maybe he really did hate you. Maybe you really did hate him. What you couldn't question, however, was the way your tummy churned at the sight and sensation. You couldn't possibly be aroused from this? God, you were sick.

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You lay flat on your back, back in your bunk with Rocket in the same position above, with nothing between you but air, aluminum bars, and a thin mattress. You could hear his shallow breathing, and you wondered if he was asleep or not, not that you were willing to check.

"(Y/N)," he finally spoke, swallowing painfully and running a paw over his forehead to soothe himself in some way. "You awake?"

You were almost scared to answer. What was the correct choice? Was he going to do something to you if you didn't answer? Would it be better to pretend to be asleep to avoid a fight? "Mhmm." you responded shakily.

"I was just gonna say, I put your blaster and a few spare parts in a box in your trunk," he mumbled, barely above a whisper. "Ya might wanna tell whoever ya take it to upgrade the trigger to something with less resistance, that should fix it for good."

"Thank you..." you breathed, quiet as a mouse. "I'll tell him."

"I'm sorry..." he stammered from above, curling himself in a comforting ball. "For...ya know? Does it still hurt...?"

"A little." you answered timidly. "They weren't very deep, it'll probably heal without any scarring."

Rocket's muscles instinctively relaxed at that, relieved he wouldn't have to look at your disfigured face and be reminded of his monstrous temper for long. "That's good..."

"I'm sorry I insulted you..." you confessed, lying still so as not to let the creaking bed disturb the quiet.

"Don't be, I'd be suspicious too." He finally let go of a breath he didn't know he was keeping. "And, for the record, I haven't been giving you broken tech on purpose, but I guess..." he halted, unsure if or how to admit his dark pleasures. "I guess I do kinda like it when we fight..."

"...Why?" you asked, a bit sickened.

Rocket's jaws parted again, as he thought he'd finally found the words to say, but suddenly, there was a searing ache in his chest. Reaching up, as if to catch it in his paws, he sighed. This wasn't the time, he hadn't come to terms with it yet.

"I guess...I just really can't stand you."

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Team initiation

Hey again everyone, Like I said in the previous post. This story will indicate a soft reboot of the first rocket story I have done. I really want to focus on the bond between the reader and Rocket. so without further ado, let's dive in :D. Word count:1.4K

It was hell right from the start, One simple bike ride home when you were 10 years old resulted you in getting kidnapped into space. Sold onto the black market and just tossed into a massively unknown world. Nevertheless, for 13 years you adapted and escaped for a life of your own on the colony of Knowhere. But apart of you yearned for a since of belonging, Friendship, family...

But all that changed one day when you were running away from Nova Corp, You stole some food and tech to feed on and sell for credits. But as you were running, you bumped into someone making you trip.

"Woah woah easy, you ok bud ??" The man then helped you up, He was... Human ??

"Spread out, they haven't got far" One Nova Corps officer called out.

The man then brought you away from the nova corps into a part of knowhere they wouldn't usually poke around.

"Wanna explain what that was all about ??" The man asked you as he fixed his jacket.

"It's not much its just food... and some stuff to sell..."

"Look theirs's more to this story pal, so I suggest you best start talking."

You rubbed your hands on your face sheepishly as you began to tell your story to the man. As he listened on, he couldn't help but feel pity and sympathy for you.

"I'm so sorry. I know this all too well, I was kidnapped from earth when I was 8 years old, If theirs anyone who knows this better than you it's me."

"Thank you... Sorry I didn't get your name"

"Oh sorry, Name's Peter Quill or you may know me as star lord ??" He puffed his chest out slightly.

"No... Sorry"

"Oh man, not even one mention ??"

You shook your head slightly. He said disappointedly, this always happens to him. "What's your name kid ??"

"Y/n, Y/n L/n"

"Nice to meet you y/n..." Peter than got a brilliant idea.

"Say y/n, how would you like to be a member of the guardians of the galaxy ??"

Your eyes went wide at the proposal.

"Oh, peter... I don't know..." You seemed a little unsure.

"What ??, It's gonna be awesome. We're a tight-knit family, even though we aren't blood-related. we always have each other's backs and I know you will make an amazing guardian." He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You couldn't help but smile back. A new life, with amazing people. Maybe he was right, It could be worth while.

"Ok, I'll give it a shot"

"Oh y/n your gonna love it !!"

Peter then brought you back to the Milano, It was a pretty cool ship, You could hear music playing from the speakers of the ship.

"Redbone ??"

"Yeah, Surprise you have music taste dude." He smirked playfully ruffling your hair.

You chuckled as you then pulled out a device. Your dad's ipod.

"This was all from my dad..., this is pretty much all I have of him"

Peter's expression softened as he gently rubbed your back.

"I'm really and truly sorry y/n" He gently wrapped his arms around you into a hug, warm and comforting. Making you feel safe.

"Uh, quill who's the stowaway ??" A voice spoke up, almost in a Brooklyn accent.

"Oh right, y/n this is rocket"

You looked over and saw a walking talking raccoon.

"Your... a raccoon ??"

"Hey, I ain't no flarking raccoon !!!, Ain't no thing like me 'cept me !!" He sort of angrily yelled.

"Don't worry about him, But I would say I would advise calling him that again in the future."

"Noted"

"Alright, well rocket. y/n is our newest member of the guardians."

"Oh great another humie" Rocket rolled his eyes.

You wondered if he didn't like you, but Quill told you that he just had a bit of a snappy attitude. Upon letting you meet Groot, Drax and Gamora, he showed you your room.

"Well, here we have your room. It may not look like much right now but you make it yours alright ??"

You nodded as you looked around, sitting down on the bed.

He smiled and left you alone, this felt good. A new home and potential new friends. It was gonna be awesome.

Over the next few weeks, you continued to get to know everyone, Groot and Peter were the best ones of the lot. But you noticed Rocket was closed off and still a bit of a dick to you. It made you a bit sad as like he didn't want to know you at all.

But one day, all of that changed, Peter noticed how distant Rocket was from you and decided to change that. He knew you two would be best buds, He just knew it. So one day, he set up a mission for the two of you.

"Ok Rocket, y/n. I need you two to head out to Pazar and protect and stop abilisks from getting into their power supply. They said they'll pay us good if we stop the deal."

"Got it" You confidently smiled.

Meanwhile, Rocket grumbled and rolled his eyes. It looked like he wasn't too pleased with the idea. But never the less he pulled through, The two of you arrived at Pazar and prepared for the ongoing attack.

"What's our game plan here dude ??"

"We lay these traps out for when they arrive, and once they trip on them we go in for the kill to stop them." Rocket smirked as he then began to set up the traps.

"Maybe this could help too ??" You then pulled out a few devices.

"What are these ??"

"Wireless electric tripwires." You confidently said as you showed him.

Rocket inspected your device, No manufacturer numbers, no serial numbers. Was this custom-made??

"You make these humie ??"

"Yeah, I've been making a fair bit of those when I was 14."

"This ain't that bad. Could work"

The two then heard roaring and readied up as 3 abilisks showed up and then readied up, Gearing your weapons as you two then fought the monsters from eating the power supply. It was a long tough battle. But then rocket's aero rig malfunctioned and left him wide open to be eaten. But as he was backing away. He was pushed out of the way and saw you get eaten.

"Y/N !!!"

He continued blasting it until he killed it. But you... All those things he said to you. He didn't mean any of them, he wished he could say sorry.

But before he left he heard a noise, coming from the beast's belly. It blasted open as you then crawled out. Covered in yellow gunk.

"Oh, that was so gross..." You said in disgust.

"Y/n..." Rocket was relieved to see you alive. "Don't go doing anything stupid like that !!!" He said more in a fearful voice than an angry one.

"Rocket you were going to die, I wasn't going to let you."

At that moment, Rocket realised how deep your loyalty was to all the guardians. It made him realise that you were willing to sacrifice your life for his. This made him regret shutting you out.

"Y/n... I... I'm sorry for what I said to you, For everything... The thing is... I was scared"

"Why were you scared ??"

"I had a lot of bad things happen in my life, It makes me scared of people."

It took a little bit but you clicked everything once you figured it out, You gently went over and kneeled to his height, His ears drooped and his eyes showing so much guilt for hurting you.

"Rocket... I promise you in my life. With my life, I will never hurt you. I would hate myself If I ever did something like that, You're my friend. Family to be exact."

Rocket looked down for a bit and then wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you. Not caring you were covered in the monster's insides. "Can we start over ??"

"Of course" You smiled

Rocket softly smiled as he then let go of the hug. Then smirking.

"Come on, let's head back. We need a shower, you mainly." He snickered

"Yeah, Let's go" You chuckled as you got up and headed back to the ship.

It was a rocky start from the beginning, But what happened then was now going to be the start of an amazing friendship.

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Hi so I finished the sketch for just for y'all to enjoy<3

Eat up my friends;)

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Masterlist Marvel Part 2

Part 1

Loki Laufeyson:

Eddie Brok:

Venom:

The Guardians of the Galaxy:

Drax The Destroyer:

Mantis:

Peter Quill:

Gamora:

Rocket Raccon:

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More will come...

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i refuse to go back into fic-hibernation, so as motivation to keep working on this RocketxReader fuckfest with a actual love-plot here's two scenes. no title to the work as of yet but here's a vibe that i'm trying to go for.

[scene from ch 1]

Rocket inhaled sharp and deep, savoring the heated sting in his lungs. “There’s drugs all over the galaxy, toots. Terra ain’t nothing special.”

“Does that mean you have space alcohol too?” Vape traded for the little metal flask.

“Yes we do,” Rocket couldn’t help but find the question endearingly naive, “It’s just called alcohol.”

“Ok, Mr. Space Cowboy,” Your smile was coy as you mulled his answer around your head. When you reached over to grab the flask from him you held your position close. Close enough for him to see the tipsy shine of your eyes and smell the saccharine sweet smell of your perfume. Your fingers touched his intentionally, dragging your fingertips from his knuckles down to the tips of his claws. “You got any space condoms?”

Rocket's throat burned as he laughed, “Aren’t you a bold one.”

[scene from a later chapter idk yet]

“It might’ve felt like a second to you but it’s been five years out here, Pete. Things’ve changed. Nebula and Kraglin are part’a the guardians. Got myself hitched a few years ago. Bought Knowhere off’a The Collector after Thanos wrecked his shit…” Rocket trailled off. Figuring out how the datapads that got poofed with the team came back in working condition, albiet needing a few years worth of updates.

“Woah-woah-wait, you got married?” Peter ran his fingers through his frazzled hair, trying to comprehend the words coming out of Rocket’s mouth. “To what?!”

Rocket clicked his tongue and continued to ignore his friend’s mental breakdown. He flicked his arm in a general direction, “Her.”

Desperately his eyes scanned the area until he found Nebula’s purple head talking to Kraglin, Groot, and an as of yet unidentified person standing next to them. A very human unidentified person. A very undeniably attractive human unidentified person. Peter’s jaw dropped open, voice pitching up in disbelief, “Her?”

“Yee-up.”

“Dude, how? She’s a smoke show.”

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Part 2

Part 3

His Sky

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“How could you not tell us you basically had a girlfriend?” Peter asked the raccoon beside him while they were reaching the place where Y/n was being held.

Rocket grumbled. “Because I wanted to forget what happened there. I left her there to die!”

“But why didn’t you say anything even though you clearly hoped she’s still alive?” Quill pressed on further.

Rocket wished he would stop asking the same question. “I didn’t say anything you idiot because I freaking loved her and it wasn’t like I could go back and save her!”

“Then why are you bothering to possibly save a dead squirrel?” Gamora sent him a distant look.

He glanced back at her. “Because I’m going to save my friends that risked their lives for me. Because they are my family.”

“Sounds like a death wish to me.” She mumbled back.

Peter turned around in his chair looking at his ex-girlfriend who didn’t remember ever caring about any of them now. “Can you just try and be sympathetic here? I mean I know that you don’t remember us or me. But he is my friend and he actually cares about someone other than himself.”

“Thinking someone might be alive isn’t worth dying over in my opinion.” Gamora leans forward in her chair snapping to him. “And what the hell do you mean she is your sky. The sky can’t be a person.”

Rocket hit his hand on the chair spinning around after putting the ship on autopilot so he could talk with his former green friend. “When I was young and stupid my friends and I thought that we would see the sky in the new world. Until it was all ripped away from us. So I call her my sky cause she’s the only possible light I have left from the past I wish I could forget.”

Sitting inside my cell I didn’t like waiting for Rocket to come back. It felt like an eternity before a guard brought him back down and he threw him inside his cell. Scrambling to my feet I reached through the bars as much as I could wishing I could touch him. “Rocket!”

“I’m okay, Y/n….you we’re right they are going to kill us.” He got to his feet with his ears dropping when he stared at me and our friends. “They’re not settling us free. They want to kill us all in the morning. But I’m gonna fix it.”

Teefs spoke up. “But High Evolutionary said that we would go to the new world.”

“That we would see sky.” Floor added on.

Lylla came over to her cell wall. "Rocket, he must be lying."

"He's not, Lylla." I spat at her feeling a nervous pit in my stomach. "Rock, what do we do?"

He began rummaging around some stuff on the ground until he made something that looks like a key card. "Down that hallway there are ships. I can pilot one and get us out of here." He swiped the card down the lock where it made electric shocks opening the door for him.

"You did it." Lylla gasped with relief.

Rushing forward towards the door of my cell Rocket undid my door lock where I fling my arms around his neck in our first ever hug. "Rock!"

"Y/n….we have to hurry." He nuzzles me in my neck with his arms tightly around my waist before he lightly broke the embrace.

He unlocked Lylla's cage and they embraced happily too. She broke the hug but her sentence gets cut off when I gasped seeing a bullet go into her back. "It really is good to have-"

"You bastard!" I cursed seeing the High Evolutionary holding a gun.

Lylla collapsed on her back mumbling her final word. “Sky.”

Clutching my hands into fists as my sides I ran forward where he raised his gun but I tackled him where he dropped it on the ground. “No!” Rocket began sobbing uncontrollably while I threw punches at the man who created us until he managed to grab me and launched me across the room with me slamming into the metal cages.

“Urgh…The only thing I need from both of you is your brains!” High evolutionary responded by getting to his feet reaching for his gun. “Remember to avoid their brains when you take your shots.”

Forcing myself to my feet I saw the key card Rocket had dropped so I quickly ran forward unlocking Floor and Teefs cell doors. Rocket tackled the guy again when our creator attempted to shoot at me. “Leave her alone!” Rocket kept clawing at his face over and over drawing blood all over where he basically didn’t have a face because of his claws.

“Rocket, we have to go.” I wanted him to see the door open revealing two guards with guns.

Teefs called out to our friend. “Rocket, please. Rocket!”

“Rocket, Teefs , Floor and Y/n go now. Rocket, Teefs, Floor and Y/n go now!” Floor said over and over in a repeated moment of terror.

Rocket finally noticed the guards snatching up the gun and killing the two guards that were shooting at us. Whipping my head around we both started crying heavily seeing both our other friends had been killed by their bullets. “I…they’re gone…I want to kill him.” I sniffed through heavy tears.

“We have to go, Y/n.” Rocket reached down grasping my hand in his before we both started running through the building. I could see the guards blasting at us when Rocket jumped up into the ship starting the pilot controls.

Jumping up, almost landing inside the ship with him I screamed feeling something sharp hit me in my left leg. Collapsing onto the cold ground I hold my bleeding leg. “Ah!”

“Y/n, Hang on.” Rocket began to get out of the ship.

Snapping back at him I felt heavy tears hearing some of the guards coming closer to me. “Rock, no. You have to go or they’ll kill you too.”

“I won’t leave you, Y/n.” He croaked through tears falling down his face.

Holding my bleeding foot I shook my head fighting the urge to get to my feet and try to run to him. But if I did they would kill me too. “Rocket…you have to go. One of us has to live. You have to go see sky for all of us…I love you now go!”

“I….” He couldn’t form the words so he just started the ship back up and blasted off the second the guards surrounded me.

Rocket, Quill and Gamora had made it onto the ship planning to rescue their other friends. Until the others had found them with Nebula declaring to the group. “There’s kids here. We can’t just leave them.”

“Drax can communicate with them.” Mantis responds to them.

Gamora snapped, not caring. “Look, we came to save you and that’s it.”

“They will all die if we don’t help them!” Nebula fought back against her sister’s words.

Peter shrugged his shoulders not liking the plan. “But we can’t face them. Besides, we've been running our whole lives. What makes this any different?”

“Pete…” Rocket glanced up to his best friend before he heard a scream he recognized well.

“Rocket!”

He cocked his blaster in his hands, running straight towards the doors needing to find the girl he cared about and save her this hell hole. “I’m done running.”

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The Web of the Multiverse

by AgentCO Gwen runs away from her home after her own father was ready to kill her just for being Ghost-Spider, at first she worked for the Spider-society till she met America Chavez one day. Both running from everything and everyone, in one universe they stay with the X-Men for some time, meeting Arachknight. Neither America nor Gwen knew anything about Khonshu or his avatars. Arachknight can't stand the two of them and would likely to have both gone as soon as possible, Arachknight herself also isn't a mutant but the X-Men welcomed her with open arms. Now the only thing left in Question for Gwen is, when will this so called Arachknight finally warm up to her?   (all this also plays in the Omegaverse, Gwen is an Omega and Reader is an Alpha, i'll apolgize for my english it isn't my first language.) Words: 912, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel, X-Men, Spider-Man - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Logan Howlett, Wolverine, Shuri, Loki, Hawkeye, Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Yelena Belova, Peter Quill, Star Lord, Drake, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, Rocket Raccon, Groot, America Chavez, Mighty Thor - Character, Kamala Khan, Bruno, Sylvie, Thor, Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, Doctor Strange, Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal, Lady Death, Spider-Man, Peter Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Arachknight, Gwen Stacy, Spiderwoman, GhostSpider, Madame Web, J. Jonah. Jameson, Natasha Romanoff, Hobie Brown, Spider Punk, Black Widow, Rogu, Anna Marie, Professor X, Charles Xavier, Magneto, Quicksilver, Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, Iron Man, Captain America - Character, Falcon, Storm, Black Panther, Hulk, Venom, Eddie Brock, Vision, Miles Morales, Moonknight, Khonshu Relationships: Gwen Stacy/Original Female Character(s), Gwen Stacy/Reader Additional Tags: Lesbian, Trans Gwen, Fluff, Comfort, Multiverse, Omegaverse, alpha reader, Omega Gwen, Reader is Arachknight via https://ift.tt/7bQkx4W

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The Web of the Multiverse

by AgentCO Gwen runs away from her home after her own father was ready to kill her just for being Ghost-Spider, at first she worked for the Spider-society till she met America Chavez one day. Both running from everything and everyone, in one universe they stay with the X-Men for some time, meeting Arachknight. Neither America nor Gwen knew anything about Khonshu or his avatars. Arachknight can't stand the two of them and would likely to have both gone as soon as possible, Arachknight herself also isn't a mutant but the X-Men welcomed her with open arms. Now the only thing left in Question for Gwen is, when will this so called Arachknight finally warm up to her?   (all this also plays in the Omegaverse, Gwen is an Omega and Reader is an Alpha, i'll apolgize for my english it isn't my first language.) Words: 912, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel, X-Men, Spider-Man - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Logan Howlett, Wolverine, Shuri, Loki, Hawkeye, Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Yelena Belova, Peter Quill, Star Lord, Drake, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, Rocket Raccon, Groot, America Chavez, Mighty Thor - Character, Kamala Khan, Bruno, Sylvie, Thor, Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, Doctor Strange, Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal, Lady Death, Spider-Man, Peter Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Arachknight, Gwen Stacy, Spiderwoman, GhostSpider, Madame Web, J. Jonah. Jameson, Natasha Romanoff, Hobie Brown, Spider Punk, Black Widow, Rogu, Anna Marie, Professor X, Charles Xavier, Magneto, Quicksilver, Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, Iron Man, Captain America - Character, Falcon, Storm, Black Panther, Hulk, Venom, Eddie Brock, Vision, Miles Morales, Moonknight, Khonshu Relationships: Gwen Stacy/Original Female Character(s), Gwen Stacy/Reader Additional Tags: Lesbian, Trans Gwen, Fluff, Comfort, Multiverse, Omegaverse, alpha reader, Omega Gwen, Reader is Arachknight via https://ift.tt/XxVF0nc

[ao3feed-peterparker]

The Web of the Multiverse

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qANDY6V by AgentCO Gwen runs away from her home after her own father was ready to kill her just for being Ghost-Spider, at first she worked for the Spider-society till she met America Chavez one day. Both running from everything and everyone, in one universe they stay with the X-Men for some time, meeting Arachknight. Neither America nor Gwen knew anything about Khonshu or his avatars. Arachknight can't stand the two of them and would likely to have both gone as soon as possible, Arachknight herself also isn't a mutant but the X-Men welcomed her with open arms. Now the only thing left in Question for Gwen is, when will this so called Arachknight finally warm up to her?   (all this also plays in the Omegaverse, Gwen is an Omega and Reader is an Alpha, i'll apolgize for my english it isn't my first language.) Words: 912, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel, X-Men, Spider-Man - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Logan Howlett, Wolverine, Shuri, Loki, Hawkeye, Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Yelena Belova, Peter Quill, Star Lord, Drake, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, Rocket Raccon, Groot, America Chavez, Mighty Thor - Character, Kamala Khan, Bruno, Sylvie, Thor, Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, Doctor Strange, Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal, Lady Death, Spider-Man, Peter Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Arachknight, Gwen Stacy, Spiderwoman, GhostSpider, Madame Web, J. Jonah. Jameson, Natasha Romanoff, Hobie Brown, Spider Punk, Black Widow, Rogu, Anna Marie, Professor X, Charles Xavier, Magneto, Quicksilver, Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, Iron Man, Captain America - Character, Falcon, Storm, Black Panther, Hulk, Venom, Eddie Brock, Vision, Miles Morales, Moonknight, Khonshu Relationships: Gwen Stacy/Original Female Character(s), Gwen Stacy/Reader Additional Tags: Lesbian, Trans Gwen, Fluff, Comfort, Multiverse, Omegaverse, alpha reader, Omega Gwen, Reader is Arachknight read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qANDY6V

[mytheoristavenue]

Get you a girl that can write Rocket smut and Stein angst simultaneously.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: People who watch musicals and bitch about how it doesn't make sense that the characters randomly burst into song are so funny to me. Babe, it's literally a musical, like this is the standard of the genre, what did you expect?

Rocket: THAT'S THE WHOLE PROBLEM WITH THE GENRE AS A WHOLE, THAT'S THE POINT!

Y/N: I'm sorry you're allergic to fun, I'm sure that makes life very difficult for you.

Y/N: Unless you’re talking about Rogers The Musical, then you’re right.

[pendragonfics]

Fearsome Trash Panda

In A Galaxy Not Quite Far Away: Part One | Part Two

Paring: Rocket Racoon & Reader

Tags: gender neutral reader, neutral pronouns, angst, fluff.

Summary:  Three times you and Rocket Racoon get on each other's nerves.

Word Count: 1,867

Posting Date:  2017-05-09

Current Date: 2017-06-18

There’s a fine line between banter and assholery. What a fantastic word, assholery. Sounds like a fantastic to use in public – wait, no. A great word to shout at your close friend after they’ve done something that makes them deserve the Asshole of The Year award. In fact, that’s what you were doing right then, before the assassin Gamora and Drax the Destroyer came and intercepted the fight between you and Rocket that, if they had been seconds away from, you might have hurt him. And he you.

“You never learn!” you kick and throw your arms around, even though Gamora has an iron grip around you, holding you back from tearing the fur from Rocket’s body. “You’re the King of Assholery!”

He barks a laugh. “Like you’re the one to talk.”

Drax gives a low growl, and tightens his hand around Rocket’s midsection. “Enough, fearsome trash panda. The both of you are in the wrong here.”

Let’s back up here. If this was in one of those old movies you’d binge on after a trip to the intergalactic junk yards (alien abductions on Earth are real, and often enough they don’t take people, but really shitty VCRs and crap), there would be a record scratch, and a freeze frame right here. Okay. Now I have your attention, little person who’s reading these words, who probably should be studying but is reading (who am I to judge, I’m just a narrator), here’s the story. In the proper order. Because sometimes, even narrators can get it wrong.

Okay. So, it was just an ordinary day when you were waking up. Turns out that the heaters in Quill’s ship needed fixing, and well, long story short, halfway through the night, your buddy ol’ pal Rocket climbed into your bed to try and get warm. How were you to know he was there?

Strike One: (accidently) tugging on his tail.

Next, the ship needed to fix the problem, because all the Guardians of the Galaxy were warm blooded, and honestly loved to sit in front of the vents when there was nothing else better to do. Groot, especially. Quill took it upon himself to pull into a trading-based planet called Castillo for fuel and machinery parts. Gamora wanted to look out for a new whetstone for her sword (“If I don’t get it, my weapon will be as dull as Drax before his morning coffee”), and Rocket was in the mood to get out from everyone and just roam around. You just wanted to grab something to eat that hadn’t been on the ship for the last month and a half.

Thus, you went with Quill, and while he was bartering for prices with the help of Drax – a.k.a. the best guy to bring along for bartering, because nobody picked a fight against him and kept both arms – you were seeking a nice cup of soup for a nice price.

But halfway through your shopfront crawl, you saw a familiar face from the corner of your eye. For a moment, you swore it was just a trick of the light, but when you turned, you realised it was real. Because Rocket was running along the tops of the markets, and in his arms, had a satchel full of things that were clearly not his. What kind of raccoon would need fluffy socks? Blast. You’d just found a good place that sold soup for a reasonable price, but you were a Guardian, and you were also the good friend of the raccoon who knew better than him to thieve. So here you go, running alongside him, trying to be as inconspicuous as always.

“You come down here now, Rocket!” you whisper-shout over the hubbub of the market as he stopped to scratch his leg. At this, he notices you, and narrows his eyes. “Don’t you give me that look, dude – I can see what’s in your bag.”

“What’s in my bag, then?” He tests you. Stars. It’s like he’s a three-year-old child who acts like they’re the best damn thing that came into the light of the sun.

Crossing your arms, you do all in your power to not shout at him. “I know you have enough credits on you to buy your own things, and if you bought what’s in the bag, you’d be walking on the ground down here!” You accuse.

He huffs. “That’s big talk from a big person.”

“I’m normal sized!” you retort, “You’re just little.” you grind your teeth, annoyed at the antics he was going to. “Don’t make me bring the others into this. Just return that stuff to who owns it, and I’m taking you back to the ship.”

Rocket shakes his head. “It’s my stuff. I got receipts, but I ain’t gonna show you ‘em.”

“Fine! But this is on your head. You remember what happened last time with the batteries.” You remind him, and stalk back to the ship.

Strike two: public display of tension.

Fast forward an hour later, and you’re reading in your bedroom on the ship. Quill was ever so nice to allow everyone a separate room on his spaceship – before it had been the availability for bunkbeds, and it was just your luck to get the one under Drax. He sure liked to let off hot air when he slept. After clearing out a couple of rooms, you now had a room to yourself, decorated with your favourite Terran celebrities on posters – you had a picture of Phoebe from F.R.I.E.N.D.S with her smelly cat, and an old finger painting you did that looked a little like Starry Night if you looked at it at a certain angle, closed one eye, and then the other one.

In your room, you check the bed before sitting, down, just to make sure you’re not going to make the mistake of sitting on Rocket again. Stars, that was embarrassing. The way he’d look at you, like you were some sort of radical raccoon-hater. You were impartial to racoons. Back on earth, your country didn’t even have them, and all it took was a crazy alien abduction and there you were, in outer space, meeting a talking raccoon. Saturday cartoons had nothing on you.

But here you were, trying to read the book you picked up a couple of stops ago, but it turned out you’d just bought a manual for how to launch a rocket into outer space manual, published in 1989. It wasn’t like you’d need to know that. You just wanted to read something nice. Like a romance, or a fun buddy-buddy sort of feel-good book that made your insides feel like melted butter all over the place.

And for some reason, Rocket was in his room next door and was blasting something that you wouldn’t call music. What was it with alien music that just made you want to clench your fist and shake it in the air? It was an already terrible day, and you just couldn’t help yourself.

So, standing, you march to his room, and bash on his door.

“Turn that terrible music down, Rocket,” you yell. “Or I’ll turn it down for you!”

The door opens a crack, “Ooh, I’m shaking in my shoes, you’re so scary.” He mocks. “Make me.”

Stars! He was just asking for it! It was then you push the door open all the way, and all but stomp over him to the sound system, and pull the plugs from the mainframe. Mid-sentence, the song ends, and there’s a slight ringing in your ears from where the absence of the terrible noise, almost a white noise.

Strike three: the stereo.

Which, my dear little person who’s reading the story, brings us back to the fateful beginning to our darling little story. Assholery. Turns out that the both of you were great at that, and that’s what you two were bickering and bantering about before the pair of you held back by Gamora and Drax.

“You never learn!” you kick and throw your arms around, even though Gamora has an iron grip around you, holding you back from tearing the fur from Rocket’s body. “You’re the King of Assholery!”

He barks a laugh. “Like you’re the one to talk.”

Drax gives a low growl, and tightens his hand around Rocket’s midsection. “Enough, fearsome trash panda. The both of you are in the wrong here.”

You still in Gamora’s arms. “Both? I mean, yeah, I pulled on his tail by accident, but that music – it was terrible! It was an assault to everyone who could hear it!” you protest. “Gamora, back me on this.”

“Nope.” She shakes her head, and you feel something drop inside your chest. “Drax is right. And Rocket, you can play whatever music you like, but volume like that is out of the question.” She snaps at the raccoon.

Rocket makes a face. “You’re not my mom!”

Drax makes a noise. “She is not, but I am. I am your mom from now on.” He gives a grin to Gamora, and returns to scowl at Rocket. “Now, Rocket, this is no way to behave on a birthday.”

You pause. “Birthday? Whose birthday is it?”

A fine time like always, Quill arrives, holding a box with a slightly bent bow on the top. “It’s yours, asshole. Can’t believe you forgot. I had Rocket go out and grab a few things for me while I was in the store, but then of course, you two had to fight about it.” He turns to Rocket. “I returned the poor guy’s pacemaker, Rocket.” He gives him a look that suggests an oncoming lecture, but Peter relents. “Happy birthday, ________!”

Gamora lets her arms relax to her sides. “Happy birthday.”

You advance toward Peter, and taking the box in your hands, turn to Rocket, who is still firmly in Drax’s grip. “I – I’m sorry I did all that stupid stuff.” You look to the box, and back to Rocket. “Dude?”

He gives you a little smile. “I’m sorry too. But open the damn present! I busted my tail for it! And paid quite a pretty price to get them to wrap it all nice and crap.” He motions for Drax to let him go, and at once, he climbs up and sits on Drax’s head. “C’mon, I don’t have all day!”

You crack a smile, and open the box.

Inside, sits a book. The cover isn’t too creased, and as you get it out, there’s a decent number of pages in it to be a good read. The wording on the cover is in English, too! The book is called Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. You turn to the Guardians of the Galaxy, and give a big grin. “How did I forget my birthday?” you ask, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “Damn, you’ve made me cry. I’m supposed to be the navigator, not the emotional one! That’s Quill’s job.”

“Hey!” he protests.

You look to Rocket. “You got the book for me?” you ask.

He nods. “Yep. Looked like your kind of thing.”

Without looking away, you nod. “Yeah. My kind of thing.”

>> COMPANION PIECE 

[glow-autumz]

Commission done for the lovely @shybabylovestmnt-blog 💕

Had so much fun drawing her OC and Rocket together! Thank you so much for commissioning me!🫶🏼💕

[taylordeerskull]

Masterlist

Rules:

I only do Readers with the pronouns he/him or they/them (And mixture of these pronouns), Cis Male, Trans Male, Gender Neutral and Nonbinary (I don't do She/Her readers).

‌I do not do:

Incest, Pedophile, Homophobia, Transphobia and Toxic relationships being treated as normal or good (I only do this kind of writing to tell the readers story and/our for comfort).

Examples of Relationship that I write:

MLM: Male Characters X Male Reader ( Cis or Trans ).

MLGN: Male Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

MLNB: Male Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

FLM: Female Characters X Trans Male Reader ( Trans only).

FLGN: Female Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

FLNB: Female Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

NBLM: Nonbinary Characters X Male Reader (Cis or Trans).

NBLGN: Nonbinary Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

NBLNB: Nonbinary Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

Etc....

Yandere= I do Yandere But remember the rules.(🫀)

Romantic= The reader can be the character's romantic Partner. (🌹)

‌Platonic=The reader can be Friends, Frienimies, Parent, Child, Sibling, Twin Sibling, Family found,etc (Can be related by blood or adopted) of the characters. (🌻)

‌Sex Relationship= Just that, there may be feelings involved but the focus is on the sex.(🔥)

‌Polyamorous= Two or more characters of your choice in a polyamorous relationship with you (But remember the rules ).(🕸️)

‌Love triangle or square= Two or more characters in love with you or one of them in love with the other character while the other is in love with you, it all depends on you (Just remember the rules).(🔺)

If you have any suggestions of what I should write, feel free to send them to me (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠).

Story Types:

‌Angust.

‌Comfort.

‌Fluffy.

‌Smut.

Yandere.

SFW.

NSFW.

Reader as Character (Example: Regina George, Saiki, Elsa, Hannibal etc...).

‌(More will appear)....

Fandoms I do:

DC

Batfamily, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Superfamily, Clark Kent...

Marvel

The Avengers, Steven Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Eddie Brok, Venom, The Guardians of the Galaxy, Drax The Destroyer, Mantis, Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket Raccon...

Slashers

Hannibal Lecter, ‌Will Graham, Dexter Morgan, Ghostface (Billy Loomis), Ghostface (Stu Macher), Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Jesse Cromeans(Chromeskull), Asa Emory (The Collector)...

ROTTMNT

Raphael, Leonardo, Donnie, Michelangelo, ‌April O'neil...

Bongou Stray Dogs

Armed Detective Agency, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Ranpo Edogawa, Edgar Allan Poe, Akiko Yosano, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Doppo Kunikida, Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima, Kyōka Izumi, Kenji Miyazawa, Port Mafia, Chūya Nakahara, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa...

More will come...