#rocket fic

You pulled up to the faze house and text Marlon that you were here shortly after you saw Marlon coming out of the house with rocket right behind him

You, Marlon and Lacy were going to do a cooking stream today but the twisted was that you had to be blindfold and Marlon had to be deaf while being handcuffed to Lacy while Lacy was mute to say the least that this was going to be a interesting stream….

You greeted Marlon and you hug rocket and shortly afterwards all of you went inside to wait for Lacy because he was behind schedule, you all went to Marlon room and reacted to coms but you felt rocket eyes on you the whole time,after maybe 30 minutes had gone by and you and Marlon were getting impatient, waiting for Lacy

You and Marlon decided to just start getting all the things ready but when you and Marlon went into the kitchen it was a mess,there was bags of chips and dirty dishes on the counter that you were supposed to bake on, when Marlon saw this he groaned clearly annoyed

Knowing that if we didn’t clean up now we would have to wait even longer until the main segment starts so we started to clean and as we were cleaning you were cleaning the counter you accidentally knocked over a cup off the counter thankfully it had nothing inside of it,as you bend down to grab it you felt a cold hand slap your ass and unfortunately to Marlon’s and 900k viewers eyes they all saw

You sat on the large couch in the common area, re-reading the book you had read probably hundreds of times at this point. You could hear the laughter of Peter and Rocket from the front of the ship, and every now and then the sounds of someone walking around on the upper decks. 

“I’ll be right back, Pete.” You heard Rocket say, your eyes lifting from your book as you heard him making his way to where you were. “Hey sweets.” Rocket said, taking his usual spot next to you, “Hey Rocky.” You smiled, looking over at him. “That damn book again? You’ve just about ruined it for yourself haven’t you?” He chuckled, “No, no. It still reads the same way it did as when I first picked it up.” 

You could tell by his eyes, he wanted something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping Peter, you know, steer and navigate and what not?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “Well,” He said quietly, scooting closer to you, “Pete’s got it.. I have some time,” He started, hand placed on your thigh and slowly creeping upwards. Your breath hitched, “Oh, uh, you know, not right now, Rocket. Maybe later tonight..” You said, seeing the disappointment in his face, his ears twitched ever so slightly. He pulled his hand away. “Alright.” He said, leaning back into the cushion. “That’s what you said every other night..” He mumbled, standing back up almost as soon as he was getting comfortable. “Rock-” You started, almost tempted to reach out to him. “No, I get it, it’s fine. Y’know Peter probably needs me anyway, gotta help him with his shit all the time.” He huffed, feigning a smile. You opened your mouth to try and stop him, but he just stared at you. You closed your lips, eyes darting back down to the book, listening to his footsteps almost hurrying back to the pilot area. 

You dropped the book into your lap, hands cupping your face as you sighed heavily, trying not to cry. How were you going to tell him? 

-

“I just don’t get it, man.” Peter shrugged, glancing over at the slightly irritated raccoon. “Why don’t you just ask her what's up?” “I don’t think it's that easy, Pete.” Rocket huffed, staring out into the darkness of space. “I mean, everyone has needs, she’s gotta come around to it eventually, right? I mean, yeah it's a little weird, y’know, you being a raccoon and all and she’s-” Peter felt the side eye from Rocket, “But she likes or loves you or whatever, soo..” “How do you do it?” Rocket asks, Peter raising a brow. “You boast about all these women you’ve been with, including Gamora, how do you get them to, y’know..” His voice trailed off, almost embarrassed to be asking this damn question. Peter snickered, “How do I get them in bed with me? Now Rocket, that is private information that I don’t think I want to share with you.” He teased, “But, I guess it’s just my charm.” When Peter didn’t get a response from the normally snappy raccoon, his eyebrows almost softened, feeling bad for his best friend. 

“Look man, you gotta flirt with her and shit. Don’t be such an asshole all the time, like, tell her how beautiful she is, compliment her and stuff.” Peter shrugged, “I do!” Rocket threw his arms up, “Or at least I think I do. Am I that much of an asshole that she won’t even sleep with me? I mean I’ve tried, I’ve made moves, we sleep in the same damn bed half the time! She just rolls away or mumbles ‘not tonight’ again and again. Why the hell are you humies so stuck up sometimes?!”

Peter glanced over at him, doing one of those half ass-white Terran smiles. Peter was catching on to what you were feeling. 

“What?” “Nothing, nothing.” Peter shook his head, eyes back on the literal space in front of him. 

“You’re no help either, dammit.” He hopped out of his chair, “I’m going to talk to Drax.” Rocket waved his paw at Peter, climbing the ladder to the next level up.

Peter shook his head, thinking he had to go talk to you to try and figure this out and help his friend if he could.

-

“Drax!” Rocket banged on the large metal door, sliding open to reveal the tall, muscular man who resided behind it. “Yes?’ Drax asked, almost confused as to what Rocket could possibly need from him right now. 

“Gotta talk to you.” The raccoon said, sliding past Drax, “And close the damn door, I don’t need anyone, especially Y/N to hear.” He relaxed hearing the metals connect to the closing door. 

“So,” Drax started, 

“How do you get a woman in bed?” 

Rocket asked flatly, almost catching Drax off guard. “You came in here to ask me how to make love to a woman?” “No no, Jesus, not make love, I can do that shit, but how do you convince her in the first place? I mean you had a kid, obviously you know what you’re doing.” Drax sat on his bed, watching Rocket climb into the chair across from him. “You’re trying to have sex with Y/N?” “Yes! Duh, who the hell else? But she just..won’t.” Rocket shrugged, swaying side to side in the chair, “Well when I met my wife..” Drax trailed off, thinking for a moment about her. “We fell in love, and made our beautiful daughter. Maybe you two are not in love.” Rocket stared at him blankly, “We definitely are.” He said confidently. 

“..Maybe it is because you are small, and hairy. And sort of ugly.” Drax stated, Rocket baring his teeth slightly at him. “Shit, you’re as much help as Pete is.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. 

“Have you considered just asking?” Drax suggested, “Peter said the same damn thing. The hell do you guys want me to do? Just walk up all ‘Oh hey Y/N, wanna have sex with me?’ I don’t think so.” Rocket argued.

“Yes.” Drax said matter of factly. 

“You know what, screw this.” Rocket jumped from the chair and made his way to the door. “And so help me Drax if you say a word to anyone about this I will claw your damn eyes out.” The door shut heavily behind a very disheveled Rocket.

-

“Y/N? Y/N!” You heard your name being called, the voice approaching from down the hall. You set down the dish you were cleaning and leaned out the door of the kitchen, seeing Peter poking his head into all the hallway doors looking for you, “What’s up?” You asked, raising your brow. “You free?” Peter asked, causing confusion on your end. “Uh.. yeah, why? Something happened? Need some help up front?” “No, I just have a question for you.” Peter walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter as you picked your dish back up and continued to clean. “Ask away.” 

You could hear Peter swallow, almost nervous. 

“Have you and Rocket ever..” He trailed off, anticipating you to start telling him ot fuck off and mind his own business. Instead you became ridgid, feeling all the color wash from your face. “I-I don’t mean to be intruding!” He tried to save himself from the awkward conversation ahead, noticing you tense. “Why?” You asked quietly.

“Well, ugh this feels so weird to talk about and I probably shouldn’t be but, Rocket came to me and like, asked how to get with a woman..in that..situation..because he said you wouldn’t..” His voice was quiet, almost like a child afraid to be scolded. 

You let out a heavy breath, setting down your plate. “I know what you mean.” You didn’t even bother looking over at him. 

“Do you even..want to?” 

“Yes, well, no, but not no in a bad way. It’s just..I’m..” You dropped your shoulders,

“Is it Rocket?” “No, of course not. It’s definitely me.” 

“Oh. I get it. Then why don’t you talk to him. Let him know..? 

You let out an accidental laugh, “Ha! Easier said than done.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Pete, you know Rocket. How he reacts to shit.”

What you didn’t know was the keen ears of a raccoon had picked up on his name on your lips down the hall, stopping in his place to eavesdrop.

“I just can’t do that, I’m not into it, y’know? You seem to have figured that out.” You said. 

Rockets ears pinned to his head, clicking his tongue, “Whatever..” He brushed off the hurt, continuing on his way down the hall, failing to listen to the next words out of your mouth.

“I love him, everything about him. But I just don’t feel those feelings. And I never really have for anyone, anything even. I don’t know if Rocket would believe me if I tried to explain that to him..” You rubbed your temples, Peter trying to think, trying to help the both of you. 

“I thought I’d be able to figure this out if I heard both stories here but, you’re right, he’d probably just assume the worst. I really just think you gotta tell him. I know it won’t be easy, but he doesn’t know what to think, he’s confused as to why whenever he makes a move you shy away everytime. He needs some type of explanation, and you need to stop hiding it from him if you really love him.” 

You closed your eyes and shook your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. “You’re right.” “Per usual.” Peter said coyly, earning himself a death glare, “Ok, sorry not the time for that. But, I’ll leave you to it then. I don’t know where he went after he brushed my advice off. He couldn’t have gone far.” Peter waved, “But it is getting late, he might’ve decided to head to your- his-  the room for the night. I’m gonna do the same soon.” He suggested, leaving the kitchen and heading back to his captain seat. 

Gotta tell him, don’t you? 

This was a lot for you to decide.

You wanted to tell him, but then again it’s Rocket. Snarky, aggressive, jumping to conclusions, Rocket.

-

You had made your final rounds of checking on everyone before you headed to yours and Rockets shared room. Saying your goodnights and making sure doors were secured, lights that weren’t needed were off.

Were you stalling? Yes, for sure. You now knew Rocket had some type of suspicion about why you wouldn’t engage with him, and you became nervous to even enter the room, afraid to get either berated, interrogated, anything. You just weren’t ready to come out to him yet.

You slowly opened the door, prepared for what you thought was to come.

But nothing. 

“You’re in here early.” You said wearily, noticing how calm he was.

That was unusual for him. 

“Yeah, had some shit in here to do, figured get it done before Peter talks my ears off about getting it done.” His back was facing you.

Normally he would get up, hug you, kiss you, tease you, anything. But he was scarily..normal. 

“Oh, alright. Sounds good.” Your nervous eyes darted around the room, searching for your pajamas to grab to get an excuse to go to the bathroom and escape the tense air. 

“You left them on the bathroom floor when ya changed earlier.” Rocket read your mind, “Thanks.” You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door and letting out a heavy sigh.

Gotta tell him, gotta tell him. Dammit! Just tell him.

A knock at the door. “You good? I gotta piss, hurry it up.” Rocket almost hissed. You didn’t realize how long you had been sitting there. 

“Sorry.” You practically tore off your clothes and got into your pajamas, opening the door and getting right into your bed. 

How were you gonna approach this?

You heard the trickle of urine hitting water, your heart speeding up.

Gotta tell him.

The flush of the toilet.

The bathroom lights went out, and out came Rocket in his own pajamas, which was just a pair of loose pants. 

He got back into his chair at his desk, the sound of screwdrivers hitting screws, wires snapping with electricity. 

“So, um.” You started, picking at the skin around your nails. “I know earlier I said we could..tonight..” 

You glanced over at him when his tinkering noises silenced. Ears twitched with irritation, flattening ever so slightly. 

“I already know the damn answer. It’s no, again.” 

“Yes, But, I need to tell you something-”

“Oh,” He spun, looking at you harshly, “I already know the damn answer.” 

“You do..?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Who told him? How did he find out? A god, he was a lot more mad than you thought he would be. 

“I sure as hell do. And I don’t need to hear another word outta your damn mouth.” He snapped, eyes staring into yours.

“I didn’t think you’d be that mad about it.” 

“You gotta be shittin’ me, Y/N.” He laughed. 

You almost cracked a smile, assuming his laughter meant you had mistaken his anger. 

But you were so wrong.

“You’re not into it, I know that now. Not into me, not into the way I look, I bet thats what it fuckin’ is. You just can’t do it.” He seethed, anger leaking from his tone.

“Wait, Rocky, what-?” You sat up into your bed. “Oh don’t ‘Rocky’ me. I heard you and Pete. I heard what you said. I love you, Y/N and you just go and say some shit like that? Ya just can’t do it.” He mocked you with the last line, turning back to face away from you to pool in anger.

“You were spying on us.” You mumbled. “It's hard not to spy when you’re just blurting names out willy nilly.”

“You didn’t hear the whole fucking conversation!” You snapped back, causing Rocket to shift in his seat and turn an ear to you. 

“Oh yeah? And what else did you say? How much I disgust you? How you would never sleep with me? How I’m probably just some dumb idiot who-”

“Rocket! God dammit listen to me! You shouted at him, your tone laced with frustration. 

He turned to you, placing his hands behind his head. “Fuckin’ speak your peace then.” 

Your face dropped. 

You had to do it now, with his attention.

“I..I’m..” You stumbled over your words getting caught in your throat. 

“Right.” He scoffed, getting out of his chair. “I’m getting a drink.” Rocket made his way to the door, 

Hand reaching for the handle..

Just say it.

“I’m asexual.” You whispered.

“What?” His ears perked up, body turning to you. “You’re what..?” 

“Asexual.” You swallowed the nervous lump, waiting for him to start some shit.

“That's.. It? This whole time?” “A long time, actually. I just.. Didn’t know how to tell you..how you’d react.” His gaze softened as he made his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“So it’s..not the way I look or..” “Oh god no, Rock, I think you are the most handsome guy in the galaxy. You have an attractive personality, too. I just don’t feel those feelings like you do. And I’m sorry if I can’t give you what you-”

“Shut up.” Rocket said lowly, taking you back. “What?” “You don’t have to apologize, you idiot. You could’ve just told me. I would’ve been fine with it. I mean, I am fine with it. Just.. kinda mad it took you so long. Do you not trust me or somethin’?” 

You breathed a sigh of relief, “I do trust you, I just assumed you’d be angry.”

“Well you know what they say about assuming.” He teased. “I’m just glad to know you don’t think I’m an ugly fuck or some shit.” 

You tousled the fur on his head, “Of course I don’t think that.” “Thank god, your opinion is the only person’s that matters to me.” Rocket chuckled, sliding off the bed and back into his chair. 

“Now c’mere, I need you to help me with this, and I want your beautiful dumbass next to me.” 

You rolled your eyes, pulling up your own chair beside him, both of you leaning over the desk in the low light of the desk lamp. 

“So, Y/N, when we’re done with this, can you um.. Educate me a little on the whole asexual shit? I’m tech smart, not that smart. Don’t wanna make a fool of myself.” He said softly.

“Was just telling then about this time when I was on Terra and I managed to trick a bunch of Terrans into thinking I was a Terran animal so I could steal all their stuff”

He laughed, “How’d you manage that?”

“My back was damn killing me after, dude - going around on all fours like that. Arms and legs too, seriously.” you laughed.

He nodded, “Been there, you and me we’re better sticking to two feet”

“You said it”

Quill leant forward on one elbow, “So you guys never go about like regular animals?”

“Hey! Take that back - we ain’t animals” Rocket snapped.

“Not any more” you added under your breath, “Nah, I got a metal rod in my back and all that keeping me stand up right - nothing like a ‘regular animal’, Star Douche” you scoffed. You folded your arms across your chest.

He held his hands up in defense, “Sorry”

“Can’t believe you just said that” Rocket growled, “We don’t bring up your issues”

“I don’t have issues!” Quill protested immediately. You and Rocket both fell about the place laughing.

You sat up, wiping the tears of laugher from your eyes, “Oh man, you really don’t want us to go there” you said, managing to make it sound like the most serious of threats.

He was going to protest further, but actually gave the subject a thought and decided to bow out. He got up and walked away with out saying anything, having given you both a dirty look.

Rocket chuckled, “What an asshole”

“Dude, we’re all assholes” you said, elbowing him and shaking your head.

He sat up and smiled proudly, “Yeah” getting to his feet he offered you a hand up, “Come on, I’ve got something to show you”

“Alright”

You followed Rocket back to his room. Once inside he started digging through one of his drawers, shortly after he pulled out a gun. It was big, black with orange details and you knew for a fact that it packed a punch. “Here” he offered it to you, you took it, looking it over, “I ain’t using it any more since I found that one” he indicated another gun leaning against the wall, “I’ve made a couple of adjustments to it for you, if something does suit you I can change it” he said nonchalantly.

You smirked, “Thanks - you didn’t need to do that”

He shrugged, “Had it lying around and had some free time”

“Thanks dude” He nodded, then winced. He rolled his right shoulder, clenching his teeth. You frowned, “You alright?”

“Yeah” he grunted.

You shook your head, “You’ve over stretched your ligaments”

“Like you would know” he huffed turning away.

You scowled, “Yeah - ‘cause I do know, Rocket. I do it too, I’m just like you!”

He bowed his head, glaring at the floor, “Ain’t nothing like me ‘cept me”

“Cut the crap” you snapped, “We might not be identical, but we’re damn similar and you know it. I know you’ve over stretched your ligaments because I do it all the damn time. Our muscles aren’t meant to work like this, sometimes the don’t work right anymore. I get it because that’s me too you stubborn asshole. If you want to suffer by yourself go ahead. Just don’t pretend that we’re any different from each other”

He turned to face you, “You ain’t like me! Compared to me your perfect! I’m a screwed up little monster” he snarled.

“And I’m not?!”

“NO!”

You got in his face, speaking lowly, “Yes. I. AM. I know that. It doesn’t matter how many times the others say I’m not, because I’m a messed up little freak. At least I accept it.”

He backed off, shaking his head, “Not to me...”

You shook your head, “Don’t pull that crap”

“You might not be the perfect creature, but compared to me-”

“We’re the same! Whether that’s good or bad, who cares? At least we’re not alone” you said softer. Rocket sat down, rubbing his face. He sighed. You sat down next to him. He let out a quiet laugh. “What?” you asked.

“You’re right. You’re just like me... In fact, you’re too much like me.”

You shrugged. “Just the way I was made”

Everyone on the Nova side of the galaxy has a universal translator—a small device programmed with a thousand languages and dialects and enough intuitive ability that the user can understand almost any race they might encounter in civilized space.

Almost.

There are some languages that throw the translators for a loop.  For one, there’s Groot.  There’s not an automated translator in the known universe that could handle the nuances in what Groot says.  You’re not sure there’s anyone or anything besides Rocket that really can.  For another, there’s Mando'a.  The difference is that the latter example was done deliberately.  Once Rocket asked you to run some Mando'a through your universal translator so that he could copy the files into his own, but you couldn’t do it.  An inherent part of being Mandalorian was learning Mando'a.  If you gave away the whole language at once, especially to an aruetii—even the best of them—it would go against what you and your family believe in.

Rocket is capable of understanding one of the few forms of spoken communication that his translator can’t handle.  The fact that he can’t do the same with another is probably why he gets so testy around it.

There’s nothing to do about it now, of course.  Even as you consider it, the ship drops back to sublight, and you can see Manda'yaim from here.

Pure excitement runs all the way down to your fingertips again, and you put your helmet on.  You jog back to the bunks and knock on the door opposite yours.  Groot opens it, delight filling his face.  “I am Groot?”

“We’re less than an hour out,” you tell him.  “Is Rocket up yet?”

Rocket appears in the background.  His face is not filled with delight.  He hasn’t been awake long enough for it to remember how to be a face yet.  He squints in your general direction and grunts, “You’re chipper.”

“I am Groot,” Groot explains brightly.

“I know where we are,” Rocket shoots back.  He scrubs at his eyes.  “What’re you suited up for?  Your people gonna shoot at us or something?”

You roll your eyes, a gesture that Rocket fortunately can’t see.  “Just get dressed, di'kut.”

You go back to the cockpit to supervise the landing.  Groot joins you a few minutes later, marveling at the view, which only makes you smile wider.  He is a wonderfully appreciative audience.  You’re on an approach vector by the time Rocket trots in, wearing his usual gear along with one of his favorite personalized weapons, a short-barreled variation on an RPG.

“Not everyone’s here,” you ramble as the engines swap over to deal with the atmosphere.  “Some of them are traveling, but they know we’re coming so they’ll make it back as soon as we can.  We’re having at least one meal with the whole aliit before we go back.  We won’t be far from Keldabe, so we can go out.”

Rocket huffs and leans against the arm of the pilot chair.  “Talk faster, Cas, I can still understand what you’re saying.”

You start to make a face at him, but a familiar voice comes over the comm speakers.  “Olarom, vod'ika.”

You grin so hard your face hurts and lean forward.  “Kim'ika!”

“Speak Basic!” Rocket yells at the comm.

Kimmy laughs on the other end.  “Is that one of your friends you’ve been telling us about?”

Now both Rocket and Groot are looking at you.  You really wish she had said that in Mando'a, but knowing Kimmy, it was intentional.  “Ne'johaa, Kimmy,” you huff.  You hang up on her, only because you’re very nearly there.  What you call home is a complex that looks like it’s in the middle of nowhere but is actually half an hour outside Keldabe.  The empty fields make landing convenient.  She’s waiting on you when you land, pink armor standing out against the landscape.  You hit the boarding ramp almost as soon as the ship touches ground.

Kimmy runs to meet you in the middle, and with unrestrained shouts, you clang together in a fierce hug.  She’s just as tall as you remember, and she’s added some cute flowery designs to her left shoulder plate.

“Real scary friends you got,” Rocket comments from behind you.

You break apart, and Kimmy throws an arm around your shoulder while you work off your helmet.  Before you can speak, Groot berates him.

“I’m just sayin’.  It’s pink.”

Groot smiles gently at Kimmy.  “I am Groot,” he offers.

You don’t need Rocket’s translation for that.  “He likes your armor,” you tell her.

She beams.  “Thank you."  She turns to you.  "He’s Groot, I’m guessing.”

Before you can confirm that, someone tackles you from behind and there’s a squeal of “Cassiiiiiiiiiie” in your ear.  Only one person you know can hit that tone of pure joy, so you hug her back as best you can.  “Hi, Hannah!”

She squeezes you once and comes around where you can see her bounce.  “Are you staying long?” she asks.

“Yes,” you say firmly.  You’ve been away too long.  “Who else is here?”

Hannah bites her lip in thought.  “Everyone but Elizabeth and Skylar,” she decides.  “But they’ll be back soon!”

The warmth in your chest swells.  You knew you missed this, but you couldn’t have imagined how good it would feel to be back.  You can’t wait to be in a room full of laughter and good stories.  “Let’s go introduce everyone.”

“Are you hungry?” Kimmy asks Rocket and Groot.  “There’s food.”

“Now that’s the kind of welcome I’m talking about,” Rocket declares, and leads the way up the hill to the compound.  Groot waves at Hannah and follows.

Kimmy sidles up to you on the way.  “They must be pretty special,” she says quietly.

You think about how when you didn’t have a building full of family, you had a ship with two good friends.  “My vode away from home,” you murmur.

“What was that?” Rocket snaps, and you jump.  “Can’t you moron speak Basic?  Have some manners, Cas.”

Maybe that’s why it takes so long to remember that you only own one pillow.

It’s the middle of the night, so it’s probably half a minute at least before you realize that that fact means that one of the things you are feeling is not a pillow.  You wiggle the fingers of the hand you have shoved behind your head, and that definitely feels pillowy.  You blink a few times to prep yourself for the next part, which is lifting your head and squinting down at your own torso, where the other object in question is.

Where Rocket is.

He carries himself with such bluster that you sometimes forget he’s not all that large, but right now is not one of those times.  He looks positively small curled up in a tight ball on your stomach, draping a little on each side.  His breathing is even.  The only clue that anything might be wrong is that he’s here at all.  You turn your head to look for Groot—you’ve never known Rocket to fall asleep anywhere Groot wasn’t—but your quarters are cramped and it’s easy to tell no one else is here.

"Rock’ika?" you ask blearily.

He twitches awake and opens his eyes to glower at you.  “What?” he snaps challengingly, voice hoarse.

You reconsider.  Your eyelids are drifting closed anyway.  “Nothing.”

He mutters something that might have been “Yeah, ‘s what I thought.”  You feel his weight shift, but he doesn’t seem to be tensing up, so that’s good.

You struggle a bit and pry one eye open to be sure he really is sleeping again.  He is—relaxed, face half-buried in your nightclothes.