I had a dream about Rocket last night (I think he misses me :/) but he was with me at a Function and it was late and I decided to lay on a couch. Rocket knocked back the rest of his drink, then jumped up and snuggled in between me and the back of the couch, shocking absolutely everyone in the room. I just kinda glared like “don’t anyone dare say anything.” and we took a nap lol. I do really love the idea of him being comfortable with me (reader, y/n, OC, etc) but all of our interactions had been pretty private so no one really has any clue, since he’s quite standoffish with literally everyone else. And then he is buzzed enough that he doesn’t think about the fact that he’s in public, he’s just sleepy and wants to feel safe.
Thought you might like this concept 💞🫶
💖pretty-chips
like this concept? you mean love? pretty-chips i missed you so much! i hope you're well!
as usual, you are really onto something here. there is nothing better than the moment rocket tips over the edge from "i can't let anyone know how safe/happy/comfortable i feel" to "fuck it; of course i feel good with you; you're special and everyone else can go jump in a frickin' black hole"
plus the feel of him snuggling you? curled up against your back, right between your shoulderblades? all that warmth, and the dense heaviness of muscle and metal — like your own personal weighted blanket — and the softness of his fur, especially where the tip of his tail sweeps against your elbow or the back of your neck? the steady pace of his breathing while he sleeps? we know raccoons can purr; i bet that when he's drunk, he's just constantly rumbling against you —so low and quiet the other guardians probably can't hear it over their own tipsy laughter, at least not once they get over their shock and start yapping again.
but you can hear it, warm and steady as the embers of a crackling hearth.
and you can feel it, too: back to back, spine to spine. lungs to lungs, and heart to heart.
