GOTG: You're Perfect To Me Rocket x Reader part 5

~The night you and Rocket were going back to the ship

“You’re never gonna catch up to me!”

“Oh yes I will!”

You were currently racing to the Milano with your special friend, Rocket. After kicking butt in the shot contest, you and Rocket celebrated by having more drinks. Did you regret it? No. Will you regret it in the morning? Definitely. Right now you were having a blast trying to run to the Milano. You guys began getting closer to the ship.

“Hey! Look! It’s the Milano!” You said yelling.

“Home!” Rocket yelled back.

You ran inside giggling as Rocket followed behind. “Yay! I won!” you said doing a little victory dance.

“That’s only… because… I... let you,” Rocket said between breaths.

“Nope! Don’t try to make up an excuse for your lost,” you said.

“(y/n)? Why are you home so late?” You turned to find a worried looking Star-Lord. “And you,” he said pointing to Rocket, “Why are bringing her back so late?”

“What? Oh c’mon, it’s not that late,” Rocket slurred.

“It’s the middle of night!” Peter yelled.

You walked closer to Peter. “Pete,” you said grabbing his arm, “It’s ok. At least I came back.” Peter got a hold of you and asked, “(y/n)? Are you drunk?” You could only giggle and say, “No. I know my limits.” Peter sighed and put one hand on his hip and the other on his forehead.

“Ok, you’re drunk. Let’s go to your room so you can rest,” Peter said putting an arm around you and began walking.

“What? No! The night is still young,” you protested.

“Yeah, the young is still night,” Rocket slurred following the two of you. Peter looked back at Rocket and said, “Rocket, you’re also drunk. Go to bed.”

“No,” Rocket said vaguely. Peter led you inside your room and sat you down on your bed. He let out another sigh and said, “Gosh you guys are like kids.” He opened the bed sheets and tried making you lay down.

“No,” you whined, “I’m thirsty.”

“Fine, I’ll bring you some water,” Peter said, “Let’s go Rocket.”

“Why?” Rocket asked

“Why? Because (y/n) is gonna go to sleep and I don’t want you in here,” Peter said looking down at him.

“But I want him in here. I wanna cuddle on to someone when I go to sleep,” you said innocently sitting up from your bed.

“Yeah, you see? She wants to cuddle with me,” Rocket said smirking as he tried walking over to you.

“No one is cuddling with anyone,” Peter said grabbing on to the back of Rocket’s jumpsuit and pulling him out of you room.

“Aww,” you and Rocket said in unison.

Peter later came back with some water. “Here,” he sat down and handed you the cup. You grabbed the cup and drank the whole cup slowly. “Done. Thank you big brother,” you said cheerily with a smile. “Yeah, you’re welcome,” Peter said getting up. “Wait!” you said getting a hold on to Peter’s arm. “Can I tell you something?” you said.

“Sure,” he said sitting back down.

“I fell in love with someone,” you whisper yelled.

Peter smiled, “I wonder who that could be.”

You smiled wide and said, “It’s Rocky. But Shhh! Don’t tell him.”

“I won’t. Now go to sleep,” Peter said getting up and putting the blanket over you.

“Ok. Good night,” you said getting  closing your eyes.

“Good night (y/n),” Peter said leaving your room and closing the door.

You immediately sat up when you heard the door close. “Man it’s too hot,” you said. “Maybe I should sleep without my clothes,” you said as you got off and began taking off your jumpsuit.

Knock, knock, knock.

“I wonder who that could be,” you said kicking off your jumpsuit. You ran to open the door. When you did, you came face to face with your crush. He quickly got in and closed your door.

“Rocky? What are you doing here? Did peter see you?” you asked.

“I made sure he went to his room first. I wanted to see you again,” Rocket said slightly slurring.

Even though you were drunk, you could still feel the blush that crept upon your face.

“Aww! How sweet,” you picked up Rocket and cuddle him into your chest. You felt him wrap his arms around your neck. You then took him to your bed and sat down.

“You’re really soft, you know that?” you said petting his head.

“Thanks,” he mumbled into your chest. “Are you- are you wearing clothes?” Rocket asked looking up at you.

“Yeah. I still have my bra and underwear on. It was too hot so I decided to take off my jumpsuit,” you said.

Rocket then pulled away from you and looked away. “S- sorry. I didn’t know,” Rocket said embarrassed. He was glad that you weren’t able to see him blush.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind,” You said taking one of his hands into one of yours. You scooted closer to him to rub his back. His head immediately shot up and pulled away from you.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong,” you asked concerned.

“It’s nothing,” He said looking down.

“Oh it’s something all right. What is it?” you asked again.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing important,” Rocket said raising his voice just a bit.

“Look, I won’t force you to have to say anything, but if it’s bothering you, I think you should let it out,” you said sweetly.

Rocket sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest.  You took one of his hands and rubbed it lovingly.

“I think I should just show you,” Rocket said as he began to undo the top part of his jumpsuit. He turned so that his back could face you and pull down his jumpsuit. You were beyond shocked when you saw the scars on his back.

“Rocket I…” you began to say. “Oh Rocky,” you said as you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug from behind. Rocket was shocked and tensed up as you began to place little kisses on his shoulders and neck.

“I’m so sorry you had to through this,” you said with a sweet voice.

Rocket didn't know how to feel:  happy because his crush was kissing him, embarrassed because his half-naked crush was kissing him, or relief because he finally let someone else know about his scars and accepted them.

You then turned Rocket’s face so that he could face you. “I want you to know that you’re  gorgeous, and those scars aren't ugly. Like I said before, you’re perfect to me,” you said placing one last kiss on his cheek. Rocket was speechless. You stared into each other’s eyes and said nothing else.

“C’mon, let’s go to sleep,” You said lying down and holding him close to your chest. You could feel Rocket holding on to you tightly. “Good night Rocky,” you said.

“Good night… (y/n),” Rocket said very quietly.

You drifted off to sleep, but as you did you felt little drops of some type of liquid fall on your chest. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was “I love you” from a voice you know and love. What you didn't know was that Rocket was sober and you still weren't. Would you remember this? No. Would it hurt someone’s feelings if you didn't remember? Probably.