#drunk brain go burrrr

[tiredlyinfandom]

The man I am when I am drunk is one thing only…horny

[aliasrocket]

˓ ˎ ° YOU’RE MY BABY (SAY IT TO ME.) ˋ˒

info. 6.7k words. angst. smut.

Rocket’s drunk, and it’s not for the usual reason; he’s trying to forget a certain someone. But it’s kind of hard to do that when that person is telling them to get into their car so she can send him home.

a/n. not sure if you guys have seen one of my ‘get to know me posts’ but I mentioned ‘I bet on losing dogs’ was coming out soon, this was it. I decided to rename it but the title is still a lyric from that song by Mitski.

Also there’s an important detail that I suspect some of you guys will like (if you follow my content anyway, it’s not so important if you don’t) and I wanna know if you notice it.

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“Can …”

Rocket’s hand gripped the seat. His body tensed and his hand infected your car seat with his sweat. His heart beat almost to the rhythm of the tiny bumps in the road that caused the car to waver and flinch.

“Can we talk?”

“I’m driving you home.”

“Please,” he uttered your name, slow, languid and so cautious like the sound of it could melt an eardrum. And maybe it did, because your shoulders lowered just as shakily as your name had left his lips. The reaction was almost chemical.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

You pushed the words out of you, a hydraulic press to your lungs and your voice had reached its pressure point.

“If there was nothing to talk about you would have left me to rot at the side of the road.” Rocket pried his jaw apart to say this. Gritted teeth meant a gritted answer, that lead to gritted yelling. Alcohol swam in his lungs, and maybe some got to his brain because his head was swinging along to the car. It weighed him down. He didn’t have enough energy left to yell.

Your lip was trembling. You cocked your head up, only for a moment, biting back whatever crawling lump had been poking holes in your throat just to make it out of you.

How could he yell at you?

How could he yell at you?

“I …” he swallowed. Dry. Nothing resided in his gullet but the sand the alcohol left in its wake. “I only need a minute.”

“You don’t need anything but to get home,” you persisted in a nod. You nodded some more, the succeeding ones slower and smaller. You were convincing yourself.

You were gripping the wheel, nails for claws and leaving curved marks on the leather.

He said your name. Your eyes flickered. Your chest jumped out, like your rib cage had punched a hole through you.

“Stop.”

“I missed you.”

If it hadn’t been for his glued hand to your seat, Rocket would have hit his head on your windshield from the screeching halt throwing his entire body forward.

Your hair was a mess. You were breathing heavily. Just like the day Rocket met you.

“Rocket, I—you’re—you’re right, okay? You’re right.”

“What—”

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this,” you repeated breathlessly. “When I send you home, you have one minute. Then I’m leaving.”

Rocket nodded eagerly. Shit that threw his head for a ride.

“Okay. Okay.”

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