M A S T E R L I S T
JUST THE TWO:
THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL Rocket had developed a habit to point out things that remind him of you.
THE ONE WHERE THEY EAT CEREAL Rocket felt lonely and woke you up to have a midnight snack.
THE ONE WHERE SHE HELPS Definitely not a qualified nurse, but love can heal, too.
THE ONES THAT ARE SILENT 1 & 2 Sometimes words aren’t necessary.
THE ONE WHERE SHE DANCES Got some units to spare?
THE ONE WHERE SHE KEEPS A DIARY
There’s an unexpected package at your door.
THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER Honestly, I just hate my birthday.
THE ONE WHERE SHE FALLS IN LOVE Sometimes you can just pinpoint the right moment.
THE ONE WHERE HE’S BABY I mean, that was literally the only option.
THE ONLY ONE WHERE HE’S TALL Please, I don’t know exactly what this is but I was force fed Tall Girl and thought this was a good idea… Also, kinda naughty.
THE ONE WHERE THEY CUDDLE Sometimes all you need is the right person to bring out the best in you.
THE ONE WHERE THEY GET ENGAGED Honestly, the plan wasn’t bad, but you had to have sausage fingers, didn’t you?
THE ONE WHERE THEY RUN AWAY Based off of a weird dream I had, gotta love a Runaway Bride moment…
THE ONE WHERE HE COMES BACK Slightly angst, I guess. But always with a sweet ending.
THE ONE WHERE THEY SHARE A BED Obviously a mandatory fic, and also a self explanatory one.
THE ONE WHERE HE TELLS HER Alcohol makes you say things you don’t wanna say, and do things you don’t wanna do. Like betting with Ravagers!
THE ONE WHERE HE’S COLD I know that global warming is fucked up, but how cold can it be during summer?
THE ONE WHERE THEY MEET Needed to write something that took place during those five years. Those were lonely times, we could all use a drinking buddy…
THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE Admit it, we’re all suckers for the “I’m going to my best friend’s wedding to watch him marry somebody else while being hopelessly in love with him” trope. And come on, who doesn’t love a wedding?
THE ONE WHERE HE KNOCKS Post GOTG3. had many complaints about crying. But happy tears only!
THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER
Julia Roberts would be so jealous…
THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE
After you’ve died, any moment is good.
THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE
What song are you?
WITH THE GUARDIANS
THE ONE WHERE HE BETS Peter bet he could get a secret out of you, and he’s very bad at keeping secrets.
THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE USELESS Just a little everyday struggle when your friends aren’t that good with feelings.
THE ONE WHERE THEY COMMUNICATE Maybe next time try to be a little bit more literal…
So I followed the advice of my lovely readers and finally got around to do a masterlist so it’s easier to find everything! Let me know if I forgot anything. I was actually surprised by how many fics I have written over the years, and I want to say how grateful I am for your support and kind words 🤍
Also, I want to precise that although some of the titles contain the pronouns “she/her”, the fics are mostly gender neutral. I’ll get around to fix the titles eventually!
Keep rocking you beautiful space babies
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[spoiler] About Rocket's body
Just watched GOTG 1's interview and here's what Gunn said about Rocket's design:
"What if they broke his sternum and streched it out? Because raccoon doesn't really have a chest (like human's)"
And it makes me think about what HE did to Raccoon's bone structure.
Raccoon shoulders are curved to their chest so they can walk quadrupedally, but rocket walking on his two legs require his shoulders to be straightened out (hence the metals). They need to change his C-shaped spine into S-shape like humans, change the length of his arms... and deconstruct his pelvis entirely. Like. Entirely.
Because there's no way that raccoon pelvis can make him walk like a human. Also look at that body. My man looks like a gymnast with narrow waist and everything. While regular raccoons are just. A ball of floof.
Not to mention the brain surgeries he needs to go through.
With him able to lift big ass firearms with tiny hands, they must've replace his bones or muscles into something stronger.
Whatever HE did, feels less like trying to make "something perfect" and more like a child assembling and reassembling his toys because he can.
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Attractive
A/N: Idk just have some wholesome stuff,, not proofread; sorry.
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"I am an insanely good matchmaker," You say as you sit on one of the chairs by Rockets workbench with rolls and slide towards the working Racoon.
Rocket looks at you and lets out a snicker. “Do I even have to ask how you came to that conclusion?” He says with a raised eyebrow.
“I just made Gamora confess to Peter. I think we’ll have a couple around here pretty soon.”
Rocket puts down the gloves, completely surprised by the news. “You did?” He says, with his eyebrow raised and his face showing an amused look.“How did you do that? The Gamora I know would’ve never confessed to Peter that easily.”
“Like I said.” You shrug, “I’m an insanely good matchmaker.” There was a short silence. “Soooo.. what are you tinkering on?”
He looks over at the workbench and points at the object he’s working on as he replies. “I’m trying to upgrade our communications systems. Just… small adjustments here and there, nothing too major. Still, it can help us keep communications running if we end up in an unstable area of space.” He says, sounding like he knows what he’s doing. (Obviously he does. Its like his whole thing!)
You just nod and get lost in thought before blurting something out. “Smarts are really attractive, to be honest.”
Rocket chuckles. “Really? So we’re both attractive, then,” he says, a playful smirk on his face.
He looks back at the workbench and continues to tinker with whatever was on there.
You laugh a bit. “You think I’m smart enough for you? I mean I’m a genius, yeah, but you? You’re another level of genius.”
Rocket chuckles at your response, and he gives you a playful nudge on the shoulder. “Y/N, you should give yourself more credit than that. If you have the confidence to call yourself a genius without hesitation, then you’re definitely smart enough. Not nearly as smart as me but still,” he says.
“Plus, I think you look very smart. Just look at you,” he says, while still grinning at you and poking his finger against your forehead, making you furrow your eyebrows.
“I look... smart..?” You point a finger at him with a teasing grin as if a light bulb went off in your head. “Aha! So you think I’m attractive!”
Rocket tittered slightly. He’s been set up here, and it makes him a tad bit uncomfortable… but to be honest, he doesn’t mind that much.
“It seems we both think the other one is attractive then.”
“I never said I think you’re attractive.”
“You’re thinking it, aren’t you?” He asks, looking you in the eyes again and giving you a teasing smirk.
You shimmy your shoulders with a smug face. “I don’t know. Never said it.”
“Actions speak louder than words, Humie.” He grins slyly and doesn’t break eye contact, still with that teasing smirk evident on his face.
“I can tell you think I’m attractive. You keep looking at me,” he says, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he continues to look at you.
“Oh really?” You were still teasing him. "Does you annoying me mean that you hate me then?” You ask with a smirk and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, don’t forget that you also kept annoying me,” the raccoon replies with a smirk of his own, raising an eyebrow.
He leans on the counter, his elbows resting on the hardwood surface. With a playful look in his eyes, he says the following: “We love teasing each other. It’s like a game that never ends, it’s a fun way to pass the time for us. We always have the opportunity to outsmart each other, and I think that this whole thing we have going on is something special.”
Resting your elbows on his workbench you put your head into your hands and lean a bit closer with a grin. “True.”
“We keep finding ways to keep this game of ours going. It’s almost like a tradition, y’know?” The raccoon chuckles.
“And as much as we tease each other, I have to say that I’ve… somewhat come to enjoy it.” He says, the playful look in his eyes starting to look like a genuine smile.
At some point, while you were talking, Rocket continued to tinker with the communications relay.
“Aha.” You lift your head a bit with a grin. “Good to know.” You kept watching him tinker.
Rocket keeps focusing on the task in front of him and looks up after a few seconds. “What’s good to know? That I’m enjoying our teasing?” He asks as he turns back to the table and continues to make adjustments to the small device.
“Yeah.” You give him a vague answer and then ruffle the fur on his head before getting up from your seat next to him.
Rocket raises an eyebrow at you when you ruffle his fur. He lets out an amused and slightly annoyed chuckle.
“How would you like it if I ruffled your hair in front of the others, hmm?” He asks in a teasing tone, the playful smirk on his face not quite gone yet.
You gestured around the room. “No one’s here. No need to get embarrassed.”
“Good point… I guess what happens in the lounge stays in the lounge, right?”
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