#rocket racoon x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: so can I scratch you behind the ear?

Rocket: you dare do that and I will bite off your-

Y/N scratches Rocket behind the ear, the raccoon relaxes…

Rocket: okay that actually feels pretty good.

Groot: I am Groot

Rocket: I am not a house pet! I’m a captain!

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Y/N: *walking into the room while yawning and stretching* Hey, guys. How’s it going?

Rocket: Where the hell have you been?

Y/N: Sleeping… why?

Gamora: Well, you’ve been sleeping these past two days straight, then

Y/N: Wow… I’m going back to sleep

Peter: *walking in and slamming the door* YOU’VE BEEN ASLEEP?!?! FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS?!?!

Peter: *angrily charging at Y/N* I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD

Y/N: OH SHIT-

[romanoffshouse]

Thor: I love you, guys. You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Rocket: We're the best thing to ever happen to you?

Thor: Yes

Rocket: Now I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

[cavehunting]

rocket, my distrusting touch-starved raccoon, with f!reader

tags: post vol.3, reader’s from earth, reader comforting rocket, kinda fluffy but not really

It started with a comforting touch, much like how Drax had consoled Rocket after Groot sacrificed himself on Xandar

In your case, it was because of a nightmare

Though the High Evolutionary was gone, the team’s encounter with the egomaniac had been Rocket’s first run-in with him since he first escaped the Arête, and with it dredged up memories that had been kept locked away and only ever thought back on with a haze of blurriness

You had been keeping Peter company during his graveyard shift and was heading back to your quarters when you heard a distressed shout followed by a crash coming from Rocket’s bunk

Your steps faltered, debating whether or not to barge in and ask if he was okay

The two of you weren’t close—though you’d like to be—despite the three years you’ve spent together

After the war with Thanos, you had tagged along with Thor and stayed long after the god left, graciously accepting Peter’s invitation to join the family

The team had taken a quick liking to you. You were a good friend and an even better fighter. Nebula didn’t quite trust you at first; she didn’t really understand how you could do what you do and still retain some of that life that poured out of you. And Rocket…

Well, Rocket was respectful… sometimes… when he needed to be

Mostly, he ignored you. Other times, he was just a jerk

And depending on the day, you’d either let it roll off your shoulder or pretended that his words and the state of your relationship didn’t hurt you

“Shit!”

Rocket yelling expletives was not a new thing, but in your head you saw him lying in the med-bay, tubes and wires attached, foaming at the mouth

The events with the High Evolutionary was only but a month ago. Rocket wasn’t fully over it—you weren’t sure if he ever would be. And you, you definitely weren’t over it. The footage from the OrgoCorp file, the sight of Rocket nearly dead

It scared you, it still scares you

So you knocked and entered his room, knowing well enough that Rocket would never have opened the door or even shouted, asking who was bothering him

You first noticed the overturned cup and the pool of water near his bedside. His blanket had been tossed haphazardly to the floor, soaking up some of the liquid

You then met Rocket’s gaze, mirroring his frown—though yours was one of concern

“Rocket?”

Your voice was high-pitched and unsure, causing you to inwardly cringe

Rocket looked away, very much wishing now that he could bury himself under the covers

You walked toward the bed, noting how his ear twitched at the sound of your footsteps, how his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched up

If it were a totally different situation, you very well could have blurted out how cute you found him to his face

“What are ya doing? Get out of my room.”

He spoke with a gruffness that only comes when you stop yourself from crying but your throat still feels thick

You didn’t answer him, not really knowing what to say without sounding awkward. Instead, you cleaned up his mess. You found an extra blanket and draped it over his lap before joining him on the bed, your back against the wall

You figured halfway through cleaning that it wasn’t necessary for the two of you to talk about it. For now, at least. For now, you just wanted to offer your presence. To be somebody who’s there without making Rocket feel embarrassed about needing somebody in the first place

Rocket had been silent. His arms might’ve been crossed and his brows still tightly knit, but he hadn’t told you to leave a second time

You thought of telling him something funny but found your supply of witty remarks running low. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to muster any kind of words that weren’t “Are you okay?” and “You wanna talk about it?”

“You want to watch one of those Terran movies you like?”

You stopped fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and a smile replaced your cautious expression.

Of all the things he could have said or done…

You didn’t hesitate, lest he take back the rare offer.

“Sure.”

You didn’t do this often. Rations were low and trips to Earth were few and far between. But you wanted this to be special for him, so you grabbed Rocket by the hand, earning a grunt, and led him to your room.

Rocket had never stepped foot inside your quarters, let alone ten feet of it. He found it uniquely Terran, but even more uniquely you

Lamps and string lights you either brought with you from home or found in a junk shop, posters from favorite bands, television shows, and movies, plants—some more loved than others—and books you’ve read as a child

It was starkly different from Quill’s bunk, that’s for sure. Smelled better, too

You shifted some pillows and opened your laptop

“Make yourself comfortable. I’m just gonna grab some things. You can look for a movie in the meantime.”

You gave him a smile and was even bold enough to run a hand through his fur to the top of his spine. He was soft, and he didn’t flinch or bite at you.

You returned five minutes later with a bowl of popcorn, the last of your microwaveable packets, and found Rocket toying with a stuffed animal Drax had gifted you. It was quite ugly but the sentiment was there.

You nestled yourself close to the raccoon, pulled the covers up, placed the bowl between you two, and pressed play.

You woke up to heavy breathing. Next to you was Rocket’s form, his face twisted in anguish and his limbs twitching

You glimpsed your surroundings. A small desk lamp across the room was still on, your laptop and empty bowl were discarded on the floor, the covers had been kicked off by Rocket and covered only a portion of your legs now

You don’t remember falling asleep or even moving your things off the bed

You inched closer to him and rested your hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles. You felt the metal pieces embedded in his body

“Rocket. Rocket, you’re okay.”

Your voice was but a whisper, but his breath caught and his eyes opened to meet yours

“Hey. It’s still a little early. Peter’s still at the wheel, though he’s probably fallen asleep by now,” you chuckled. “It’s not your shift for a while. We should get some more sleep while we can.”

You didn’t want to bring up the nightmare or the fact that you both fell asleep together or the fact that you were touching him and he hadn’t shrugged you off yet

But you made sure to remind him of where he was, who he was with. The Arête’s no more. Rocket’s just on a ship, going who knows where with his friends, answering distress calls and saving the galaxy

He didn’t speak. His eyes darted from your face to your steadily rising and falling chest to the hand that rested on his back. With each second, his vision grew clearer and further away from his wretched memories

“Stay with me?”

You asked for his sake. Rocket nodded ever so slightly and shifted so that his back was to your chest, his head tucked under your chin.

You raised the covers and loosely draped your arm over his side. You didn’t want him to feel any more suffocated than he might’ve felt when dreaming.

“You’re alright.”

[writings-of-a-demigod]

Three weeks ago

You walked into the room “Hey guys I got this game wanna try it out?” You held the game in your hand showing them.

Both Rocket and Groot looked at you and the game you were showing.

“Yeah” Rocket shrugged “sure let’s give it a try”

“I am Groot”

Today

Peter made his way to the dinning area when he slipped on an energy drink that fell on the ground “Seriously?” he knew exactly who to blame over this. He stood up and picked up the can and that’s when he heard it.

“ROCKET I NEED YOU ON MY SIX!!!” You yelled loudly from your room.

“I’M BUSY, COVER YOUR OWN ASS!” Rocket yelled back from his corner in the ship.

He saw Groot sneaking into the cabinet to get some chips and tried to run away to your room, that’s when he caught him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked him, shaking his head and poor Groot looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights.

“I am Groot” he tried to answer.

“Yeah yeah I know” he was still holding him in one hand and the chips in the other.

“Y/N, ROCKET MEETING RIGHT NOW!!!” He yelled.

“NOT NOW!” you both replied at the same time.

Peter had had enough of this and he just went and disabled the connection so you two can’t play anymore, it took you and Rocket 20 seconds to know what happened and came charging at Peter.

“WHAT THE HELL PETER?!” you were mad but damn Rocket was about to claw Peter’s eyes out.

“Okay you two need to quite this!” oh he was mad “You have been playing the game for three weeks THREE WEEKS! Unless you stop this madness I’m gonna take the game away.” He threatened and he thought it was going to work.

You and Rocket were looking at him shocked the entire time when he finished you looked at each other then back at him.

“And how the hell do you think you’re going to do that?” You asked.

“Yeah you try laying a finger on my game and I will blow your head off” Rocket threated back.

You made it back to your room and Rocket to his corner for another game, while Peter stood there with his mouth hung open “What the hell just happened?” he whispered to himself.

A/n: This is requested by @itsscromp thank you I had fun writing this and the game I had in mind was 'call of duty'. Also I'm so into it right now it's insane how obsessed I am with that game.

[raccoonfallsharder]

˚₊‧✶ headcanon 21 ✶‧₊˚

i write about raccoon sense of touch a lot [this kinda spicy rumination] and i think about it a lot

like two-thirds of a raccoon’s sensory perception area in the cerebral cortex is just… focused entirely on interpreting tactile data. their fingers have whiskers (okay, vibrissae) so they can identify objects without even making paw-contact. their hands become hypersensitive when wet (lord). if they identify things with their paws, they can remember them for up to/around a year without touching them again.

so yeah, when you press a kiss to rocket’s palm, it damn near lights up his whole brain. holding hands? palm-to-palm? it’s so intimate that he’s probably absolutely scarlet under all that fur. he probably thinks it feels like you might as well be reading his mind. he memorizes you the same way he memorizes every gun he takes apart and every bomb he puts together.

i suppose this means he thinks mostly in tactile sensation, too. when he’s imagining you, it’s less about the color of your hair (assuming the high evolutionary’s made sure he can see the same color-range as humans, anyway). it’s not about the clarity of your eyes, or how you’d looked with the sun haloing you that morning on xandar when he’d first let you touch his shoulder. nope. when rocket thinks about you, it’s how warm your hands are, every little soft pillow and rasping callus on your palm and fingertips. the brush of them through his fur, every one of his little hairs standing on end in its follicle. it's the shape of the bones in your wrists from that time he traced them into memory.

similarly, rocket doesn’t remember lylla’s liquid-dark eyes so much as the silkiness of her pelt, the cool graze of her vibranium-alloy hands. the delicate touch of the damp fabric on his forehead that very first day, and the squeeze of her arms on the very last.

and so, the natural outcome of all this is that he dreams in touch, too. it’s not the silver flash of scalpels and the blood on the ground — it’s not even the gunshots and floor’s desperate pleading and his own wails, or the scent of laser-burnt fur and blood — though of course those are all there too. it’s the pain he dreams of: feeling it fresh in his body, every incision and broken bone and careless laser-stitch, every screw and metal plate soldered in. it’s not the lights for their white-brightness; it’s the tearful squinting squeeze of his eyes, the burning in his pinpoint-pupils. it’s the way lylla’s body had buckled and loosened, and pulled from his arms to the ground by gravity — the last of her warmth wisping through his fingers, already a ghost between the cold arête cages. it’s the plummet in his own belly — that terrible twisting knot that dropped when his first family did, and never ever stopped.

all that pain. it’s so much. it’s so much to make up for.

it’s so much to make up for.

but you’ll get started.

headcanons & imagines masterlist

[zodiacs-web]

Lover is a Day

╰₊✧ Rocket Raccoon x Fem!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: Cuddling and rain

╰₊✧ What's in the web: fluff, reader is a red panda for two reasons: 1 for me and 2 because i hyper fixated on red pandas for a bit ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

PART 2

Small hands run across soft fur, attempting to hold on to her as he turns onto his side to grab his tablet. They've been asleep for a few hours now, and he doesn't want to ruin it. He checks the time and knows they've got two hours before they get to the designated spot.

It's a mission he doesn't really like, yet the money is worth it. He places the tablet back onto the nightstand before his hands land on her dark fur. Suddenly, he hears small taps, one by one by one, and then comes more, rain. It's raining.

He hadn't heard rain in a while, and it reminded him of something. On the planet Tangle, where they are, it rarely rains. He doesn't want to wake you up, but he wishes he does so he can show you this rare phenomenon. He closes his eyes before looking down to stare at you, a large fluffy red face and whiskers he gently plays with.

He loves how your large tail is, wrapped around his leg and enormous paws that are placed on his chest. Despite your large features, you're still quite smaller than him, and he finds that adorable. All while he admires you, he suddenly feels you shift, your eyes opening to reveal black, beady eyes. He smiles when he hears you groan into his arm. You momentarily close your eyes before looking at him.

"How long...?" you murmur while he chuckles at the question that is barely a question at all.

"Two hours until the mission." He responds, his voice soft, yet the raspiness of his voice lingers. He sees your ears move before you speak.

"It's raining?"

"Yeah, on Tangle, rain is rare here."

"Oh! That's really cool."

He almost laughs at how the conversation ended, but you're still tired, so he'll let it go. He feels you snuggle up into his chest, inviting him back to sleep, and, of course, he takes it. Turning his body so that you lay on his chest while he's on his back, his hand wrapping around your waist before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

[lazarel-3000]

This is like the second cowboy themed drawing I've done lol

[comeandgetyourlovegame]

Guardians of the Galaxy Dating Sim

So, mostly for shits and giggles, I am planning on making a GotG dating sim! The game would start with the player somehow ending up on the Guardians' ship. The guardians agree to get them back home, and the player has three weeks to romance their favorite space loser. The romancable characters would be Peter, Gamora, Drax, Nebula, Rocket, and Mantis. That is basically all I have so far. If any of y'all would be interested in playing the finished game, have questions or ideas, or would even like to help me make it, then send me a message! In terms of help, I’m looking for anyone with game-making related skills, from background art to character sprites to python coding to writing and editing. Anything helps! Also, please don’t tell James Gunn.

[rocketraccoonpromptweek]

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[pilim]

hey, I'm not sick!

cw: kid!reader, gn!reader; platonic relationship.

summary: you're sick and now it's time for Rocket to take care of you.

— "Open your damn mouth, don't make me use force!" — Rocket barely holds back a growl, trying once again to shove the electronic thermometer under your tongue. You turn away, pitifully pursing your lips. A child is a problem. And a sick child is a double problem.

— "I don't..." — you indignantly try to defend your point of view, but the moment you open your lips, Rocket deftly shoves the thermometer into your mouth. You have no choice. You look at the raccoon, frowning. Rocket grins, slightly twitching his whiskers. It's all obvious to him.

— "Yes, yes, child. And the fact that you sniffle every second does not make you sick at all" — he snorts mockingly, sitting down near your bed. You sneeze, almost dropping the thermometer, silently admitting your defeat. Rocket watches you with scarlet eyes, silently but vigilantly.

Fatigue rolls over you like a sticky lump, your head feels like it's made of lead. You wearily lower your head onto the pillow, closing your eyes. The room plunges into complete silence, as if into a sealed bag. You begin to feel sleepy, but then you are pulled out by the quiet beep of the thermometer. Rocket straightens up, snatching the thermometer from your mouth with his paw. Looking at the display, he winces.

— "As far as I remember, the normal temperature for little people is 36.6°. It's clearly higher here, kid" –Rocket hoarsely remarks, his whiskers moving worriedly. He puts the thermometer aside.

— "Lie still. And don't even try to get up,"– Rocket threatens with a clawed finger before turning around and leaving the room, surprisingly carefully closing the door behind him.

You close your eyes with a groan, wrapping yourself in a blanket. The temperature has deprived you of any desire to protest or run after Rocket, ignoring his orders. Your nose is completely blocked, forcing you to breathe through your mouth. A hoarse cough, causing your chest to hurt a little. Despite the discomfort, you still pass out.

Rocket quietly enters, for the first time without kicking the door down. He carries a plate with sliced apples (Terrov's, mind you), a wet compress and a bottle with some kind of liquid.

— "Hey, kid..." Rocket begins, but immediately cuts off, noticing that you are sleeping. With an almost fatherly sigh, he places the plate on the bedside table. The wet compress moves to your forehead, causing you to grumble in your sleep. Rocket busily adjusts the blanket and steps aside. He climbs into the chair opposite the bed, crossing his paws.

Now his only goal is to keep your sleep.

ps: this is my first time writing something entirely in English, since it is not my native language. Since my English level is far from perfect, I used Google Translate.... I'm sorry if there are any mistakes here. ;(

p.p.s: to be honest, I don't know much about the Marvel universe, so I tried not to mention anything that requires knowledge. Sorry if I made a character non-canonical.

[romanoffshouse]

Thor: For Christmas, I want a dinosour.

Rocket: Be realistic

Thor: Okay, I want to be happy.

Rocket: ...what color dinosour do you want?

[writings-of-a-demigod]

“Welcome aboard Y/n” You were greeted by Peter Quill.

Of course, you knew who he was, you knew every single person and being on this team. They were the guardians of the galaxy for God sake, and the fact that you read their files is a plus. And in their line of work is completely your type, you had a reputation yourself. You shook his hand.

“So this is the new recruit?” Rocket looked you up and down.

“Yeah I am, you got a problem?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Not yet I don’t” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Peter was amused at this and it was showing by the small smile at the corner of his lips, someone who can keep up with Rocket and he had a great idea.

“So Rocket why don’t you show Y/n here around, I gotta make a quick call.” And he ditched you both.

Rocket didn’t want to but he did, he was giving you a tour around the ship and telling you stuff about everyone in the team.

“We usually ignore anything that comes out of Quill’s mouth.” He told you.

“Isn’t he like the leader of the team?” You questioned him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh that’s what he thinks but no.” Rocket shook his head ‘no’.

“What the hell Rocket?” You heard Quill behind you.

And Rocket rolled his eyes while you were holding back a laugh, Peter stormed out of the area and Rocket point his paw towards where Peter left.

“Now does that sound like a leader to you?” he snickered.

“I HEARD THAT!”

You both looked at each other and burst into loud laughter, oh yeah you were definitely going to love working with these guys.

A/n: This is for @itsscromp Thank you for giving me fun requests, I'm enjoying working on them 😁

[raccoonfallsharder]

✩࿐࿔ i'm damn proud a' you, kid. [new 3/27]

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | NEW: take what you need queue fanfiction masterlist | navigation

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | anthology one-shot | word count: 1,639. read ✩࿐࿔ i'm damn proud a' you on ao3

when you're questioning your path, when you're disappointed in yourself, when you're feeling lonely, try to remember: the captain is proud of you. and he hopes you're proud of yourself, too.

i got two requests under different names for this scene. it was a hard one, because everyone feels the need for this kind of reassurance, but in different ways. to the requester(s): i hope that you feel seen by this. i hope that it moves you and reminds you that you are amazing, not just in what you do, and not only in how hard you try - but also, simply, in who you are. and i hope it brings you some peace, and reassurance, and contentment. ♡♡♡

It’s early morning when Rocket finds you. You’re not always up at this hour, but you’ve got a lot to do today — and something had moved you to steal an extra hour of peace and quiet before the city starts its quiet morning hustle. So you’d made your favorite cozy-warm drink with the electric kettle on your tiny countertop, and you’d gone up to the roof — leaned out over the edge with your elbows propped against the low bone-concrete wall, and gazed down on the strings of twinkling plasma orbs, slowly fading like stars in the lavender-rose glow of the manufactured sunrise. The orloni peddler sets up their cart, and someone wanders down the street to the laundromat with a brimful basket propped on their hip. A lone, lazy Terran bull — liberated from the Arête, you assume — pulls a mouthful of grass from a crack in the walkway. But otherwise, the skull is still and tranquil, and everything seems oddly pastoral in the pearly light of artificial dawn. Even with Rocket scuffling around up here. He makes more noise than he needs to — more noise than he normally would, too: pushing open the door to the roof, and making sure to drag his boots on the gravelly surface. You appreciate the gesture, since it keeps you from startling when he finally swaggers to your side and hoists himself up on the ledge next to you. “Hey, kid.” “Hey,” you murmur back. Both of your voices are hushed, like the sleepiness of the world has stolen its way into your lungs, making everything soft and gauzy. “You heading out?” He drops into a seated position, legs dangling out over the street four stories down. Frankly, you’re surprised to see him this morning. Usually when he has to leave for a mission this early in the wake-shift, he heads straight from his apartment to the Bowie. “Yeah,” he grunts. “Just wanted to see how you were doin’ before I left.” Your mouth curves. You lift your mug to your lips and breathe in the steam, keeping your eyes carefully averted so he can’t see too much affection in them. “Checking up on me, Captain?”

read more on ao3 ✩࿐࿔ for a requester (or two) on ao3 ♡ ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | NEW: take what you need queue

need more reminders from rocket?

the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡ view the take what you need queue to see upcoming installations & the current backlog.

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist

eat somethin. (wc: 576)

go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)

get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)

take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)

leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)

take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)

drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)

stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)

just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)

it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)

get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)

did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)

schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)

do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)

brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)

nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)

stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)

take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )

take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)

cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)

clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)

stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)

do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )

chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)

i'm damn proud a' you, kid. (wc: 1,639)

if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.

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[zodiacs-web]

Lover is a Day Pt. 2

╰₊✧ Rocket Raccoon x Fem!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: Rocket

╰₊✧ What's in the web: slight fluff, sadness, not edited

╰₊✧ A/n: I forgot about this, my bad. Reminder, reader is a red panda.

PART 1

A hefty gruff leaves Rocket's lips as he staggers his way to the ship, yet he has this feeling in his chest. A feeling of excitement because he knows you're there.

But first, shopping.

You see, your bodies are similar; both are modified to fit into whatever box your master felt like. Yet it didn't work out so well on one of your legs. So where there would be flesh and fur was metal.

The first time he met you, he had spotted many mistakes imbedded into your prosthetic; he was sure it'd blow up if you hit it anywhere. It was such a lousy job he angrily sat you down and started repairing it himself. He fixed it so you wouldn't have to be a walking bomb, but it still needed a few more things.

To this day, he's still repairing it. Any market he'd find he'd be picking the place dry of parts he could use. You'd spend your day with him laying down on the bed as he has your leg hoisted up on a bench. Grumbling to himself as his fingers pulled at wires and metal.

He loved your company, watching your chest rise and fall as you eventually fell asleep through this process. Sometimes you'd listen to music or chat with him, but it was all about being near one another that made him calm.

Yet, there was one thing that scared him. Your time with him would end, and he would fix your leg. You would no longer lay on the bed and he would not be fiddling with your prosthetic. He feared he would always need to find a convenient reason to be with you.

He knew that wasn't the case, but he feared it would happen. I mean, you always bothered him for no reason, so can he do the same?

As he dragged his feet, the hulking figure of the ship stepped out of Tangle's fog. A silhouette was all he saw as he got closer. You stood there, the ramp's light illuminated you like an angel and it had Rocket's heart in a flutter.

He felt like he had a crush on you. Like in those early days, where he fumbled his words and his eyes couldn't meet yours.

"Rocket?" You murmur. "You alright?"

He sucks in some air and nods. You place a hand on his shoulder and bring him in into a hug.

"That's good!" you let go of him and take a quick glance at him. "You look kind of sad."

"I was," he responds in a whisper. "But I'm fine now."

For a moment, his brain shut off his hearing, and he could only focus on your eyes. They have a sense of worry about them. He sees your mouth moving, you're asking what made him sad, but it doesn't matter. He already has you in another hug, hiding his face in your fluffy neck.

You whisper his name, but he only responds in a hum. You awkwardly turn around and start dragging him along.

"Oh Rocket, what will I do with you..."

[lazarel-3000]

For @raccoonfallsharder 🤎❤️

(yes juno is very flexible... )