Imagine A World Like That

Imagine having a distant relationship with Rocket (uncontinued)

Part 1 // Part 2

complete imagine

Imagines (Rocket x reader)

Your hair!

Request: Can i pls get a reader x rocket where like the reader is like really girly and different from the guardians and wears lots of dresses and they all feel like they have to protect her and she has really long blonde hair and decides on a whim to cut it to her shoulders and rocket sees her cutting it and is like no it's so prettt why? And then after its short he thinks it's hot? And feelings are confessed? I just cut 14 inches off my hair and im still coming to terms with it lol ❤

Yes, I'm back! And I have to just say that I mixed it up a bit and left some parts to the request out but it stayed to what you somewhat wanted and I do hope you all enjoy! Thank you very much!!

Warnings: mild language, angst and small fluff

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Let's just say she wasn't exactly a guardian in the field, all the cool fighting and saving was left to quill and the gang. Of course it's not like she can't fight, she's good. Like real good. But she's too... kind and mindful, always trying to see the good in everyone, and it almost got them killed on a mission. Well more like one person in particular.

7 months ago:

The guardians were called in by a community in sector E-176. (random planet name, hush) who they Begged for help, explained that a group of Ravagers would come and take half of their supplies each week, and that the following week, they had fell short and feared what they will do to them. So of course they accepted since there was an offer. A BIG offer on units, Quill just couldn't resist.

As the Milano came close to the community, they made a quick plan.. with some arguing.

"Now me and Gamora will take the left while Drax and Groot take right. Rocket and Mantis, you find a good spot with a distance and make sure no civilians get caught in the cross fire, got it? Okay let's mo-"

"WOAH WOAH WOAH! Slow down Mr. Toughguy, I don't like this plan." Rocket put it.. lightly.

"Rocket, I'm not changing the pla-"

"How come you get to go left? I want to go left."

Peter huffed. "Drax-"

"The real question is, how come I'M not apart of the plan?? I can fight too you know!" You crossed your arms rather childishly.

Peter let out a loud sigh. "(Y/N) I would very much like it if you stay on board, in case on of us, you know, get hurt. You're our little medic." He smiled as he spoked in a "matter of fact".

"I'm going."

"No you're not."

"I said I'm going."

"(Y/N)-"

Rocket groaned loudly. "Just let her go! She can go with me and Mantis can go with Drax, I'll make sure she ain't dead by the end of this mission."

"I'm not changing the pl-"

"-we're here, get ready." Gamora announced as she flashed a quick smirk toward you.

It was Peters turn to groan in frustration before he turned to you. "Fine! But you have to maintain your hair, it's too long and it could get you killed."

You brushed him off. "Yeah yeah, I'll be down in a jiffy!"

You ran toward your shared quarter(?) to get into your so on called "battle suit" which is a damn dress and left your hair down but hell if you cared. Your hair was pretty long but you just loved having it down. You grabbed your favored weapon and rushed towards the gang.

Peter looked at you before looking away. Then looked back at you quickly to take in what the hell you wore.

"No, no, and no! What are you wearing?? And your hair! You can't-"

Gamora quickly loaded her gun. "There's no time! Get to where you're supposed to be!"

Everyone got into their positions, the mission carried on real smoothly and the gun fight began. They took out as many Ravagers as they could, Rocket had rather fun from where he stood. A little too much fun.

He laughed hysterically. "Look at them!! They look like little ants from here!"

You watched with a frown. You hated that they had to be killed but they were the bad guys. You've never killed before, only fought. And you intended that it stayed that way. As it seemed like the fight was coming to an end but in the corner of your eye you saw movement. You quickly turned and saw that it was an injured Ravager that booked it.

You quickly looked at Rocket, seeing that he's distracted enough, you followed him. You got your aid kit ready in case you could help.

You knew you shouldn't but heck, what if the tables were turned and you were the injured one? Or worse. Rocket. You would hate if he got hurt since you had real feelings for him.

As you got close, you saw how damaged he was. Blood leaking from his side and his shoulder. It was bad.

You got closer and of course, you stumbled on your feet, alerting him. He had his gun to your head in a flash.

"Don't you fucking move girly. You're one of those fucking guardians aren't you?"

You gulped and nodded slowly.  "Look, I just want to help you, you're bleeding profoundly. Please. Let me help yo-" before you could finish , he started shooting at you, missing everytime. You reached for your gun but turned rather to quickly, which made your hair get in the way. You fired toward the Ravager, not stopping until you heard a drop.

Your heart raced as you were breathing heavily. You went into shock and started shaking. As you were on alert, you heard movement behind you, startling you, which caused you to turn with hair in your line of sight. You pulled the trigger and heard another drop.

This time, you wished you hadn't...

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You were crouched outside your shared quarter with your now blood stained dress. Dried tear trails and a pink nose.

You did everything you could to save him, he's going to turn out fine, but it didn't make it any less tramatic. You were the one that caused it, then you were the one to repair it.

Your eyes were glossy again. This was all your fault. If you weren't considerate of a bad guy, none of this would have happened. Why didn't you just listen to Peter.. you were so lost in thought, that you didn't notice Groot sit next to you.

"I am Groot?"

You quickly turned to him and sniffed. "Yeah. I'm okay, he's going to be okay too."

He looked down. It was so painful seeing Groot so down. You did that to him and it was killing you. You started crying which lead him to pulling you close to him.

"I am Groot.."

"But it is my fault. I shot him.. I shot Rocket."

"I am Groot."

"And if he doesn't? I don't think I can live with myself if he doesn't forgive me." I look up towards the reassuring teen as he held a soft smile.

"I am Groot."

"He- what? No he doesn't." He just smiles as he pat my back softly, getting up on his feet and walked towards the rest of the group, leaving me to my thoughts.

You rubbed away your tears as you got up as well, heading towards the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror the saw one of Drax's knife. You picked it up and stared at it. You had to do it. You knew you had to.

With one more tear to shed, you grabbed your beautiful locks and cut it off. You kept cutting your hair until it was above your shoulders.

You gasped as you took in your new appearance. It didn't look bad but you didn't care as long as it wouldn't be a problem anymore. You walked out to where Rocket was.

Unconscious. Bandages wrapped neatly around his chest area.

You sighed as your moved a chair next to his bed. You reached to hold his paw.

"Rocket.. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to ever happen. Not you, never you. If I could switch places with you, then I would." You couldn't continue as you became a sobbing mess again.

"I love you." You choked out and you held on to his paw tightly.

"Did you cut your hair?" You looked at him quickly as he eyed you.

"Oh my God." you launched yourself toward him, pulling him into a tight hug. He groans making you back off.

"Oh shoot! I-I'm so sorry!"

He just stared at you.

"What did you do?"

"Rocket.. I didn't see that it was you! I'm so-"

"It looked so pretty, why would you cut it off.." 

You were dumbfounded.

"You're talking about my hair?"

"You looked so pretty.. I mean not that you're not pretty now, you're gorgeous but-"

"Rocket, I shot you!"

He looked down, examining his body. "Yeah I know, but your hair oof-"

You hugged him carefully. He slowly moved his arm to wrap around you.

"(Y/N) I'm okay." You sniffled.

"But I'm not, you almost died because of me."

"We'll I ain't dead because of you."

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you did.. I can't imagine a life without you."

" Uh, what?"

You sucked it in. This is it.

"Rocket.. I love you."

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He just stared at you. You started to tear up and slowly pulled away to which he obliged.

"Don't."

"Rocket-"

"I love you too." He breathed out ever so softly.

This time, it was your turn to stared and let go of the breath that you didn't know was holding. He loved you. He loved you back.

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Bonus:

You laid next to him as you played with his fur, he was having the damn time of his life. You would occasionally place small kisses on his forehead and he loved it. Of course now he was feeling more of himself.

"Ya know, you look rather hot with your hair short. You should definitely keep it that way."

You rolled your eyes and playfully flicked his ear.

"Shut up." You said, secretly noting to maintain your hair short.

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It's literally 3am, I don't know why I always end up writing stupid late, anyways I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Also I don't know if you guys noticed that small reference on the Ravager scene, sound familiar? I don't know like dead - ly familiar? Anyways as always, please comment what you think, like and reblog!!

Goodnight! ❤️

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So i was annoyed with myself on how i never get to the point and i just write so much that isn't THAT important, sooo i wrote another one that actually gets to the point, sorry if you guys were liking the parts, but i was getting desperate. I can't write chapters cause then i get writer's block, so i stick to just simple stories. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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You laid on your bed, an half an hour has passed as you talked to Rocket. Everything was going well and it looked like it was going to be a good night.

"So how is everyone?"

"Eh, they're fine. Quill's still annoying, Gamora still keeps to herself. Groot's being a teenager while Drax and Mantis are doing whatever."

You giggles because no matter how many times he rants about them being annoying, it's obvious he has a big soft spot for each and every one of them. You sighed and smiled.

"Okay, well how are you?"

"I'm okay."

"Why are you not fantastic or amazing?

"I don't know.." He mumbled.

"Are you sure you're okay babe?"

He sighed. "I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine-"

"I said im fine!" He raised his voice. He rarely raised his voice to you.

You blinkwd and stared confusely.

"..okay"

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"I'm sorry, i didn't mean that."

You nodded as if he could see you. "No it's okay.. Is this about what we were talking about earlier?"

"(Y/N).."

"It's just.. It's been 7 months since we've started dating and i just want to meet you already."

"I know, I'm just.."

"You're just what?"

"... Scared."

You chuckled, "what are you scared of? I don't bite. If it has to do with the distance, i can just buy a ticket and meet up with you in Missouri, it's no big deal-"

"I'm not in Missouri."

"Oh. Well then where are you?"

He sighed again but he sounded frustrated.

"In space. "

You laughed loudly. "Yeah, sure you're in space, now c'mon. Stop playing, where are you?"

He huffed. "I already flarkin told you!"

"Rocket stop playing! Where are you?"

"I'm not playing! I really am in space! Can't you understand that?"

You were taken back.

"Okay, whatever! If you're really in space then come see me right now."

"I can't-"

"Yes you can. Come to me. Please Rocket."

"I-.. (Y/N).. There's something else."

You threw your hands in the air. "Something else?? Don't tell me you're an alien too"

"I guess you can say that.. I'm not human." He whispered so silently, but you heard it.

You just stared at the your transmitter. You didn't move. You couldn't breathe. What is going on? Was he playing around? Is this his cruel way of wanting to break up with you or something? Was this relationship a lie?

Your mind raced and jump to conclusions that was gave you so much anxiety. You we're shaking.

After what felt like for hours..

"... I'm coming." His end turned off.

You gasped and ran to your bathroom.

'This is happening. It's finally happening."

You weren't sure if you should be excited or nervous. If he's not human, then what is he?

You made yourself took a little more presentable, that's when you saw a big flashing light outside your window. You ran towards your door and reached towards the nob. You froze.

"What if.."

You shook your head, and opened the door. A small pod landed, making dirt clouds around you. You stood at a good distance and waited.

And waited.

Finally the pod opened and all you could see was darkness.

You took a few steps forward. "Rocket?"

Finally he walked out, or in this case, he hopped out.

You lowered your gaze. He was right.. He wasn't human he was-

"A raccoon?"

He flinched. He hated that word. But that's what he was.

"(Y/N) I-.. I'm so sorry i lied to you. I'll understand if you just want to- oof!"

You pulled him into a tight hug and kissed his forehead.

"Don't be silly.. I'm not ending us, i just wanted to know who i was talking to this whole time." You pulled slightly away just to get a better look at him.

"I love you." You blured out.

He just chuckled. "Yeah.. Me too."

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I hope you guys enjoyed, and trust me! I'm getting to the request! There are a few that i will not be doing, so I'm sorry if you don't see yours! Anyways thanks for all the love amd support!

My goodness! Hello! Thank you for being my first request! I really put a lot of thought into this and i hope it is what you expected! Since they are arguing i decided to add a bit of angst and then make it fluff towards the end! Anyways enjoy!!

Sorry for any spelling errors!

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Key: (Y/N) = your name

Warning: a few curse words and some fluff at the end. Very little angst

Summary: Reader decides to clean the ship and rearrange the main deck because of how messy it is. Rocket getting mad at not knowing where everything is placed, confessing a little something while they argue.

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You sat in your shared room with gamora, silently reading a book you picked up on your trip to Knowhere. It was very surprising when you first layed your eyes on it and reminded you of home.

The book wasn't really that interesting but it was definitely something to do since you finished cleaning the ship. The guardians seriously don't know how to keep things clean and it was a pet peeve of yours.

You decided not to clean their rooms since it was more of their personal space, so you cleaned the most occupied part of the ship. The main deck, which also happened to be where Rocket works and where they eat.

You had enough of how disorganized he was so you decided to 'lend him a hand' and move his stuff where it wouldn't disturb.

The table was covered in metal pieces and gun parts, it was horrifying. You decided to start at this work space and use small containers to organize everything. Boxes were moved to the side and it looked more formal. You were satisfied and you were sure the others would be too.

You smile to yourself as you continue to read your book but was soon interrupted with Rocket shouting your name.

You sigh but quickly place down your book and make your way toward him.

You stood by the hallway. "Yes?" You grinned.

"Did you touch my stuff?!"

"I just organized a bit, I couldn't even see the table anymore."

"You did what." He said sharply.

"Rocket, you can't get mad at me for this, everyone was tired of your shit lying everywhere, if you can just start to orga-" "What in the hell makes you think you can touch MY STUFF?!"

"Rocket-"

"No! You hummies don't understand the meaning of not touching other people's stuff! You're pulling a Quill!"

You took a step back and glared at him. You were not going to back down.

"Listen Rocket. You are NOT the only one on this damn ship! I live here too and i do NOT like to live in metal filth." You cross your arms and stand your ground. No matter what your feelings are for him, you will not be talked to that way.

"Everyone knows this is WHERE I WORK!"

"This is WHERE WE EAT TOO!"

"AND??"

You huff and turn to walk away. Arguing with him isn't worth it. Of course, he didn't like that.

"Hey! Just because i like you doesn't mean I'm not done arguing with you!"

You stopped, and turned around. "You what?"

Rocket looked everywhere but you. "I-i said i like you, okay?"

You slowly walk towards him. "You like me?"

He crosses his arms loosely and looks down, "If you don't feel the same then i understand. I mean, who would like something like me, right?"

You smile and move closer.

"I do."

He looks up with glossy eyes.He opens his mouth, but no words come out. You sigh quietly and kiss his forehead. "Rocket, you're not some thing. You're someone i love, admire and trust. I'm sorry i moved your things without asking you. I didn't mean to upset you in anyway."

He smiles softly and shrugs, " I'm over it. I'm sorry i yelled at you."

You chuckle and mock his movement, "I'm over it"

You both laugh and exchange hugs while silently in the corner, Gamora, Peter, Groot and Drax were watching from a far.

"What? Is that it? I thought the he would put more of a fight!" Drax exclaimed rather loudly.

Peter hits his shoulder quietly. "Dude! They're going to hear us if you don't shut it!"

"I am groot."

"I agree with groot, we should leave and let them be." Gamora moves to walk away.

"Yes! We should.. Or we stay and see if anything juicy happe- OW! Okay! I'm going!"

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And so, I start part 2 months later, so sorry I've been gone, but I will start writing more and I will finish this piece. This will probably be a 3 part, not sure yet but I hope you all enjoy!!

·         Summary: Peter decides to take a quick trip to Tera to get a few parts for the Milano, taking with him a special two-way galactic radio transceiver (walkie-talkie) that Rocket had made incase anyone got lost in space or a different planet, it’ll work just about anywhere. Having the guardians stay on the ship, he goes alone. Going back to with the items he needed only to accidently leave the GRT behind. That’s when you come in.  What will Rocket think?

·         Key: Y/n- Your name

·         Warning: few curse words and a whole lot of fluff

“Ow! Will you QUIT IT?!” Peter shouts, shielding himself with his arms from Rocket’s constant scratching. 

“You idiot! How can you lose my only pair of transmitter?! Do you have any idea how many units it took to get them part? Plus how hard it was to steal some of them??! NO! BECAUSE YOU’RE AN IDIOT!! And on TOP of that, a hummie got a hold of it!” Rocket yells, breathing heavily and finally stepping back. 

Peter some-what relaxes but keeps a safe distance between them. He puffs and looks down at him, ignoring the insult rocket has made up for him. “What do you mean someone got a hold on it?”

Rocket’s POV

“WhAt Do YoU mEaN SoMeOnE GoT A- IT’S EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN! I heard a girl on the other side of my transceiver a while ago.” How idiotic can he really get? I should have never given him my new transmitter. Now i’ll probably never get it back! Ugh! What a load of- 

“What’s with all this shouting?” Gamora enters the room, now filled with tension. 

“Your stupid hummie boyfriend-” “Rocket-” “lost my newly built transmitter! And now it’s in the hands of another stupid hummie!” 

“It’s not like I meant it Gamora! It was. an. ACCIDENT!” “Oh you has a lot of nerves you fu-” “Shut it Trash Pan-” “HEY!” We both turn to Gamora, as she outburst. The rest of the crew standing quietly behind her. 

She looks towards Peter. “You should have taken better care of it!” Then at me, “And you should have never given it to him in the first place!” I grunt frustratingly.

“Blame Quill! How was I supposed to know this would happen?!”  

“I said I was sorry!” “Yeah, whatever! We’re going back to get it and that’s final!”

Gamora sighs. “Rocket-“ “NO! We HAVE to go back!”

“I am Groot” “You stay out of it! The adults are talking here!” Groot just rolls his eyes and leaves the room. “We are going. Back.” “Rocket the ship’s fuel won’t make it with a few jumps. If we want to go back, we’ll have to travel remotely.” I grunt loudly and turn to kick a trashcan, having papers falls everywhere. “You’re. Making. Me. Beat. Up. Trash.!” I sigh. “Fine. How long?”

“5 months.” “5 WHAT!” “It’s the only wa-“ “Fine! I don’t care as long as I get what’s mine back.” And with that, I walked towards my shared room.

It’s been a week since I last turned off my transmitter, radio, whatever the hummies call it. I won’t lie that I’m not curious if that voice is still the same on the other side. With high curiosity, I turn it on. A small light turning green, signaling that the other one is on as well. I set it down on my working space. Just a few more weeks, right?

I sat down on the edge of my bunk. Groot fell asleep hours ago, his leaves gently falling. Tsk. Puberty. Can’t even pick after himself. I push some off my bed. Might as well get some sleep.

2 hours later

Static. “H-h--- Hell----Hello?”

I jolt up, facing the radio. That voice again. Everything suddenly gets silent. I sigh tiredly. “I’m losing my marbles.” I lay back down, slowly closing my eyes.

“Hello?” I sit up this time. I know I’m not going crazy. I grab it and pull it towards my chest. Should I?

I get out of my bunk and head towards the washroom, just so I wouldn’t wake up Groot and the others.

I press the button to respond. “Hello??”

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Fiv- “You’re here! Well not here—but you responded!” 

“You-uh, have my transmitter”

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“Transmitter? Oh! The walkie-talkie!”

“The walkie- what?”

“Yeah, that’s what they’re called”

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“Sounds stupid.” She gasps. “It is not! It’s cute and you know-childish. Anyways, would you like to meet up? There’s this little café that’s close by where I can return it.”

What do I say? 

What would Quill say?

“Well, I uh-I can't right now because I'm working away from home and uh, I won’t be back for another 4 months?”

“Oh wow, what kind of work do you do?” 

I freeze. “I...make things, so I’m a.. maker.” 

“Ohh, did you make the walkie-talkie too?” I nod. Oh right, she can’t see me. “Yeah, I made that.” 

She giggles. “I’m very impressed.” 

“Well I am an impresser” She laughs. “Yeah okay. I’m (Y/N) by the way.” 

“Rocket.”

“Rocket? Is that a nickname?”

“Sort of. That’s pretty much what everyone calls me.”

“Hm, interesting” 

“Yeah, I guess.” Well this got awkward.

“So how did you-” She was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Who in the he-

“I am Groot!” I panicked and quickly shut off the transmitter. 

“Yeah, I’m coming!”

Okay, so this is my first imagine of Rocket. This is one I've been wanted to write about for a while, it’ going to be pretty long so I might have to make a part 2 but anyways, I hope you enjoy and sorry in advanced for any errors! Also it takes place after gotg vol. 2, so Mantis is here and Groot is already a teen.

Summary: Peter decides to take a quick trip to Tera to get a few parts for the Milano, taking with him a special two-way galactic radio transceiver (walkie-talkie) that Rocket had made incase anyone got lost in space or a different planet, it’ll work just about anywhere. Having the guardians stay on the ship, he goes alone. Going back to with the items he needed only to accidently leave the GRT behind. That’s when you come in.  What will Rocket think?

Key: Y/n- Your name

“Why are we here again?” Rocket slouches on his chair.

Peter sighs, “Seriously? Do any of you ever listen to what I say?” he says while throwing his arms in the air, frustrated. 

“Hm? Did somebody say something?” a confused Drax says looking around. 

“God you guys are the worse. For the millionth time, we are going to Tera for a quick stop, I need a few things for the Milano.“ As the ship finally lands near a junkyard, Peter grabs the equipment he’ll be needing. 

“I am groot?” He says, eyes glued to his game.

“Exactly what I was thinking! Why do we have to go on a ball of dirty for parts that Knowhere probably has!” Rocket shouts. 

“Ohhh that's right! Even after we’ve gone and checked all of Knowhere, They ‘probably’ still have them!” Peter says with a load of sarcasm. 

Rocket laughs loudly. “See! Now yer getting it!”

“I was being sarcastic!”

Rocket quickly growls while Mantis and Drax just watch from the side.

“Hey!” Gamora says, getting in between them before anything was to start. She turns to Peter, “Just hurry up, retrieve the items and don’t take too long.” Peter nods as he faces the whole group. 

“Now, I need you guys to seriously stay on the ship. Don’t need any of you scaring the jeebees out of anyone today. Humans are pretty sensitive.” 

“hmph. Who died and made you captain.” Rocket whispers coldly while crossing his arms. 

Drax only nods his head in understandment, “Yes, your kind is very weak.”

Peter huffs, “That’s not what I-” 

“yeah yeah, just hurry it up will ya?” Rocket says tossing Quill the portable radio. “Here, you’ll be able to talk anywhere you are so don’t you go losin’ it, I only made a pair. It’s only for emergencies in case somin’ goes wrong, ya got it??”

Peter nods while rolling his eyes, “ yeah, I won’t take long.” 

You walked down the plain grey sidewalk to work, which happened to be a junkyard, but ah, not just ANY junkyard, Willy’s Smash N’ Repair Junkyard. The only junkyard in this small town with the population of 115. Yeah, pretty small. Having to only work night shift and approximately 4 hours.

Entering the small office and turning on the “OPEN” sign, you set down your belongings and sit down to relax. Spending half the shift on your phone and surfing the net, you didn’t realize how fast yet slow the night was. Hardly any customers came in to buy parts. With only 30 minutes left till your shift ends, you heard a loud crash coming from outside. You sigh loudly, grabbing a flashlight before getting up from your comfortable chair. 

“Hello? I’m sorry but you have to check-in the office first before you start searching for... whatever it is your looking for!” You shout walking towards the commotion.

As the flashlight aluminates your way, a rush of paranoia ran down your spine. “Hello?” you pointed the light at a pile of junk only to see nothing but a shiny object. Picking it up, it looked like an old fashion walkie-talkie with a few modifications. You chuckled and pushed the silly thoughts away. “Jeez, I really need a vacation.” 

Seeing as you only had a few minutes left, you used that time to collect your items and leave early to inspect the cool walkie-talkie in your bag.

Quiet music was playing softly around the ship. Everyone’s just relaxing while doing their own thing. ‘course it was interrupted but a loud Peter barging in with a box of metal items. “Honey! I’m home!”

Rocket just waves him off as he continues to work on his gun. “ ‘bout damn time.” He whispers.  

And just like that, they were off in space again. It took a couple of jumps for Rocket to finally ask “Can I have back my radio?” 

Peter nods and searches his jacket only to find nothing. He gulps. “Did you check in the box I brought in?” He says avoiding eye contact. 

Rocket nods. “uh, yea? it’s not there.” 

“Ohh, that’s right, I left it in your room.” Rocket lets out a loud groan and stomps to his shared room. 

Quick Note: Guys I'm so sorry it’s taking so long or if it’s like boring, I'm really trying here ): 

The sound of metal bounced off the walls. “Where. Is. That. Freakin’. Radio.” 

“Hello?”

his ear perked up to the soft sound of a girl’s voice. Quietly waiting and listening. After a few minutes of silence he decided to just shake it off and continues to search. 

“Is anybody there?”

Rocket stood up straight and paid close attention to where the voice was coming from.

“If you can hear me, I found your walkie talkie at the junk yard I work at. I’m gonna be honest, this little radio is really neat, and I was thinking of keeping it but I mean what is the point of having it if I don't have the other part to complete it?-” 

Rocket walked over to his radio and listened closely.

“-It’s best to return it to whoever is listening to this... well if anyone is listening to this. Anyways I'm going to keep it safe until you claim it? Geez I probably sound like a weirdo right now.” 

“Tsk, Yeah you really do.” 

“Wait, you can hear me??”

He quickly looks down realizing that he was pressing the response button, he quickly starts to panic.

“Wait, why did it take you so long to respond??”

Rocket quickly turns off his end of the radio, calming himself down.

Now there’s only one person to blame. 

“QUILL!”

Part 1 complete! Whoever is reading, Pleaseeeeee tell me what you think!! Thank you