Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

The worst zoo ever

Y/n wakes up on the couch of The Milano, Gwenpool had volunteered her thighs as makeshift pillows for her friend. She played with his hair as she waited for him to come around.

Gwenpool: Hey there.

Y/n: Oh, hey Gwen.

Y/n readjusts himself but keeps his head on her thighs. Similarly, she keeps playing with his hair.

Y/n: What did I miss?

Gwenpool: That duck is a total douchebag, Gamora and Nebula are keeping him busy in the hangar. I've been up here with you the whole time.

Y/n: I'm flattered.

Gwenpool: Yeah, well you should be. Quill and Rocket are in the cockpit, Drax and Groot are in their rooms. We got the place to ourselves.

Y/n: How long until we get to Contraxia?

Gwenpool: I don't know. Like I said: I've been down here the whole time.

Howard the Duck emerges from the hangar.

Howard the Duck: Woah! What exactly am I walking in on?

Gwenpool: Piss off Donald.

Howard the Duck: Howard.

Y/n: Hey, sorry about earlier.

Howard the Duck: Whatever, just don't do it again.

Gwenpool: Hey! Why is Y/n apologising? He's not the one that went out of line!

Howard the Duck: I'm sure your boyfriend can stand up for himself just fine. Once he takes his head out from in between your legs that is.

Gwenpool: Hey! This is a calming exercise! We've been doing this for ages.

Howard the Duck: Fuckin' weirdos.

Y/n: What do you do to relax, Howard?

Howard the Duck: I drink and gamble, just like every self-respecting person does. What's your poison?

Y/n: I don't drink.

Howard the Duck: What, you some kinda puss?

Gwenpool: Piss off, Daffy!

Howard the Duck: It's Howard you stupid bitch!

Gwen stands bolt upright, making Y/n fall onto the ground. He rushes to the cockpit to avoid the inevitable fight.

Y/n: Hey, what's going on topside?

Rocket Raccoon: We we're discussin' whether or not faintin' was your superpower.

Y/n: This whole ship is full of douchebag animals. It's like the worst zoo ever.

Rocket Raccoon: I can't believe you humies put other species in cages.

Y/n: You know Drax told me about the time you moved slaves right? Don't act like your better than me.

Rocket Raccoon: I'm worse than you humie, I just roll with it.

That ends the conversation. Y/n finds an empty seat and settles in with the two pilots.

Y/n: Does the view ever get old?

Star-Lord: Not for a second. All the stars and planets... I live for this.

Rocket Raccoon: I live for money, nothing else.

Y/n: What about explosions and violence?

Rocket Raccoon: You know me too well Y/n, perhaps we can be friends after all.

Rocket holds something out to Y/n, he takes it.

Y/n: What's this?

Rocket Raccoon: A micro-explosive. Prototype. I recommend saving that for when you're in some serious shit.