#rocket imagines

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Pairing : Human Rocket x reader

Summary : You’re enjoying yourself at a party on Knowhere until you meet this really handsome guy over there and-... wait... is that Rocket...?

Words : 785

(English is not my first language... I hope you will enjoy it anyway ! :))

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The lively atmosphere of Knowhere's bustling party filled the air, with alien species from all corners of the galaxy gathered to celebrate. Music blasted from the speakers, and vibrant lights danced across the room. Amidst the revelry, Rocket found himself standing at the bar, nursing a drink and observing the crowd.

Unbeknownst to him, a cosmic anomaly had temporarily transformed him into a human for a few hours. His raccoon features were replaced by a handsome face with tousled brown hair, and his furry body was now lean and muscular. Dressed in a stylish jacket and jeans, he blended in seamlessly with the human revelers.

As you made your way through the crowd, your eyes fell upon the intriguing stranger at the bar. You couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. His rugged charm and mischievous glint in his eyes were captivating, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

You sidled up to the bar next to the transformed Rocket, flashing him a flirtatious smile. "Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?"

Rocket smirked, finding it amusing to be on the receiving end of yours advances for once. "Be my guest, gorgeous. The more, the merrier."

As you chatted, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something oddly familiar about this stranger. His voice had a hint of the snarkiness you had come to associate with Rocket, but his appearance threw you off.

Curiosity piqued, you leaned closer, studying him intently. "You know, you remind me of someone I know. A... raccoon, actually."

Rocket raised an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, do I now? And what's this raccoon's name?"

Your eyes widened in realization, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. "Rocket! It's you, isn't it?"

Rocket chuckled, his human face breaking into a grin. "Bingo. You finally caught on, Y/N."

Your expression shifted from surprise to amusement. "Well, I've got to admit, you clean up nicely. And I never thought I'd say this, but you make a pretty handsome human."

He feigned offense, playfully nudging your shoulder. "Hey, watch it. I'm always handsome, no matter the form."

You laughed, the sound ringing through the crowded bar. "Well, I must say, I'm finding myself rather attracted to this human version of you. Who knew?"

Rocket's grin widened, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his eyes. "Maybe I should stay like this permanently, huh? Would save me a lot of trouble."

Your voice softened as you reached out to gently touch his arm. "No, Rocket. You're perfect just the way you are. Fur and all."

Your eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around you faded into the background. The connection you shared transcended physical appearances. Whether human or raccoon, you bond remained unbreakable.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, your attraction to the transformed Rocket grew stronger. The pulsating music, the dimmed lights, and the intoxicating atmosphere seemed to fuel your chemistry. Amidst the vibrant chaos of the bar, you and Rocket found yourselves drawn closer together, your bodies leaning in as you shared whispered conversations and laughter. The line between friendship and something more began to blur, your inhibitions lowered by the alcohol.

You leaned in closer to Rocket, your eyes shining with a mix of desire and mischief. The music thumped in the background, providing a pulsating rhythm to your moment.

With a daring smile, you closed the distance between you two and pressed your lips against his, capturing him in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to spin around you as the crowd faded into a blur, leaving only the heat of the moment between you.

The kiss was electric, a fusion of longing, curiosity, and unspoken emotions. Rocket's initial surprise gave way to reciprocation, his hand instinctively finding its place on the small of your back, drawing you even closer. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the intoxicating moment.

Your lips finally parted, leaving you both breathless and wide-eyed with a mix of astonishment and exhilaration. The realization of what had just transpired settled in, and your cheeks flushed with a combination of excitement and self-awareness.

Rocket, his voice laced with a touch of huskiness, spoke softly, "Well, that was unexpected."

Your eyes still locked with his, you managed a playful yet nervous smile. "I guess I got carried away. Blame it on the drinks. "

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Hey, no complaints here. You've got good taste."

For anon…y/l/n means your last name, enjoy!

“You know,” Ego continued as he and Peter walked through the castle, “leaving your mother was the hardest thing I had to do.” Peter swallowed, listening to his father. “There are still times I picture the four of us together. Just a regular afternoon with nothing to do.” He knit his brows. “You mean three?” Ego sighed, stopping, “No, I mean four.” The father turned to his son. “You have a sister, Peter.” “What?! Where is she? Is she here? Can I meet her? What’s she like?”

Ego chuckled as his son rattled off his questions. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to get too close to his firstborn. He could only observe her. He never figured out why. It was as if there was a barrier making sure they weren’t near each other.

“Your older sister is back on Earth.” “Then how come I don’t remember her?” Peter queried, confused. “When we had Y/N, we couldn’t afford to raise her. Money was tight and I couldn’t exactly conjure something up without raising suspicion. We gave her to your mother’s sister.” “Mom had a sister?” “Yeah,” Ego huffed, “She didn’t take too kindly to me.”

Peter knit his brows together. He had a sister, on Earth, the entire time. He should’ve gone back when he could. But, at the same time, how could he? Now that he knew, there was no way he couldn’t meet her. He had to go. His dad would have to wait.

Peter landed his ship in the middle of a large field. To keep an eye on them, Ego had sent Mantis with them. Rocket rolled his neck.

“What are we doing here, Quill?” he groaned, “And what is that racket outside?” “I told you…we’re looking for my sister.”

He tapped the dashboard a couple times. He furrowed his brow as he realized his ship was saying she was just outside. A sudden knocking on the hull caused everyone to look over. Rolling his eyes, Rocket got up and opened it. A man with a bow and arrow was on the other side, and he was quick to raise his bow.

“Who are you?” he demanded, “And why did you land this thing here.” “We’re here to help,” Gamora improvised. “What?” Drax started.

Before he could say anything else, little Groot wrapped vines around his mouth. Gamora continued.

“Yeah. We picked up the disturbance on our computer. Figured we could help.” The man lowered his bow, but kept alert. “I’m Hawkeye. Come on out.”

The group left the ship, Peter sprinting ahead. Their eyes drifted upward to see around eight people and a giant green man. Peter was quick to notice only three women were in the group. He shared a desperate glance with Gamora. Clint smirked.

“We have most of it handled.” “Clint!” a girl flying over to the group called, “I hope you’re having a great time!” He chuckled at the sarcasm. “You look like you’re doing fine, Y/N.”

She paused to spin and shoot glowing blue balls of matter at a couple attackers. She dropped to the ground in order to wrestle one, punching it high in the sky. Rocket’s jaw dropped as she zoomed up after it. The group could see an electrical ripple in the sky from an explosion.

“Holy shit,” Rocket muttered, “She’s so much better than you Quill…and hot!” Peter smirked as his sister came back to the ground. “I agree…about that first part.”

Y/N dropped down next to Clint. She brushed a bit of hair away before looking over at her teammates. Nat was helping bring Banner back, and was almost there. She turned back and smiled.

“So…find more orphans, Clint?” He rolled his eyes. She stuck out her hand. “Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you all.”

“I have a brother?” she murmured, glancing at her hands. Peter nodded. “I didn’t know either. I met our dad about two days ago, and that’s when he told me.” She knit her brows. “I always knew I was adopted, but…siblings?”

She stood and made her way around the coffee table to a drawer. It was small and seemingly innocuous. She opened it and pulled out a cassette tape. Peter inclined forward, curiosity getting the better of him. She rubbed her thumb over the label: Awesome Mix Vol. 1.

“Auntie gave this to me when I was 11, saying my mother sent it. She said she planned on giving me another one, but I never got it,” she paused, “That’s when she died.” Peter felt himself tearing up. “I, uh…she gave me that too. But, mine broke recently.” Y/N smiled to herself as she sat by her brother. “I still have a cassette player. Tony’s been repairing it for me when it breaks.” He chuckled. “Unfortunately that also broke when my tape broke.” “Ooo,” she teased. “I know.”

They shared a smile. Y/N pulled in Peter for a hug. She didn’t mind much about her father, her uncle had been a great one to her. But a sibling was something she had always wanted. Here he was, holding her.

“I’m sorry I never got to be there for you,” she whispered. He swallowed. “Sorry I never got to annoy you like I should’ve.”

They giggled, pulling from the hug.

“Hey sweet-cheeks,” another voice popped up. Y/N knit her brows, seeing Rocket. “You’re the-” “Don’t call him a raccoon,” Peter advised. She smirked, but obliged, “The co-pilot.” “That’s right. Want me to teach you how to fly, doll?” Peter knit his brow. “Are you hitting on my sister?” “What? She may be your sister, but she’s hot!” Peter covered his face. “Oh my god. This isn’t happening.” “I’m just having a little fun.”

Y/N chuckled. She was curious about what it’d be like to have a brother. Hopefully, he didn’t mind not going straight back to their dad. Maybe he could have a little vacation.

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Imagine: Being best friends with Groot and Rocket and both of them being super protective of you. [x]

Rocket looks at you and you fold your arms, looking at him accusingly. He sighs and looks to Groot for help- words of advice- anything... All Groot can offer is one word:

     “Groot.”

     “Y/N, we didn’t mean to beat the guy up,” Rocket explains, “We... We were just looking out for you.”

     “Look guys, I appreciate what you guys do for me: how you look out for me.. but that ‘dude’ was my date! It was a second date actually; one of the only ones I’ve had because you guys have scared off all my other dates!”

    “Sorry,” Rocket says simultaneously as Groot says, “Groot.”