Oh my gosh guys thank you for all the comments, hearts , and just plan reading this. I'm so sorry for the wait. 3 words I hate school. Anyways I'm so glad that there is others that want some Rocket x Readers. I will try to add some Groot soon. Also let me know if you spot any mistakes. It drives me crazy to find them in others stories. I did do some editing in the last chapter, but nothing so major that you have to go read it again.
Rocket x Reader
It's was six in the morning, and you hadn't gotten a lick of sleep yet. You were helping Rocket out with another one of his "impeccable and lethal doomsday machines". You weren't sure if it was as dangerous as he exclaimed it was ,but knowing him it probably was. You just hoped you get to use it one day. Which was most likely. Rocket was getting pretty impressed with your target skills after a couple lessons with him. Not that would mind if you didn't spending time with Rocket was a gift within itself.
You yawned starting to get a bit heavy eyed. The chairs surrounding Rockets project were rock hard, and you absolutely hated them. You made it a note to make Quill get something more comfortable, or at least let you get some cushioning for them. You squirmed around getting very uncomfortable, and your butt was completely asleep. "At least part of me gets to sleep," you thought to yourself. Rocket himself gave out a loud yawn. "Aw stop it (y/n)," he muttered," yawning is contagious and I don't want to go to sleep yet, sweetie. I still have got plenty work to do." "Ugh why is this taking so long," you groan getting a bit crabby. "Um you see I have to fix some things on the Milano, because I may or may not of used a lot of her parts to make my weapons and other goodies, and as you know I have made so many during the time I've been here. I'd say its a worthy sacrifice, but Peter being his usual cry baby self demanded that I put every part back. He said we'd go to a junk yard later for parts. I can't go too long without any good bombs or weapons. So, he better keep his word or I'm tearing this ship apart again." he rambled.
You didn't mind his rambling, but you were too tired to barely comprehend him. Soon, you were lulled to sleep by his rough handsome voice. Your head hit the table with a loud thump, but you didn't care and soon you were whisked off into dreamland. Let's just say you were enjoying every second, because your dreams were filled of a certain little trouble maker.
He chuckled watching you sleep. He debated waking you up, but decided against it knowing how tired you were. Gently he lifted you up bridal style and carried you to your bed lovingly pulling up the covers. He was about to leave when he heard you mumble in your sleep,"Rocket don't leave me." Carefully jumping up on your bed he whispered," I ain't going anywhere." Finally, deciding to give into the pleasure of sleep after a hard day of work. He buried his nose into the crook of your neck, and curled up into a ball. Before giving it all to darkness he inhaled your scent, and gave off a little was too tired to stop himself, but was glad that no one was awake to hear him.
It was 2 in the afternoon, Rocket and you were no where to be seen. Peter was getting a bit frustrated there was work to be done, and he noticed that the Milano wasn't finished. The parts finished now looked brand new, and there were few things left to do so he didn't let himself get so worked up about it. "I'm going to go wake them up." Peter announced to everyone well at least everyone who was conscious. Everyone stopped what they were doing eyeing Peter with worry."I am Groot." Groot replied his familiar catchphrase was filled with worry and doubt. Gamora grabbed him by the shoulder wearing the same worried face stopping him from walking any closer to his doom. "I'm not sure that's a great idea. You know those two hate being woken up," she said saying what was on everyone's mind. "Well I cant just let them sleep the whole day away," Peter replied voicing his frustration.
"I'm going to wake them up," Peter said clearly he had enough with the subject. " That Peter is the stupidest plan you've come up with so far. If you must then go ahead, but I for one will not stand by your side for it," Drax said stating the obvious. The rest of the team nodded in agreement. They knew what a pain you two were to wake up, and they wanted no part of Peter's insane plan.
Peter shrugged off his teammates worries, and went to the kitchen to grab a pan and a wooden spoon. He calmly walked into your room ( Ya I know they probably all sleep in the same place because the Milano is not really that big, but today it's gonna be like the tardis and it shall be bigger than it looks in the inside.) pan and stick in hand. He smiled seeing your current position with Rocket. He was tempted to just leave you be, but what must be done must be was prepared for anything or so he thought. Once, he got close enough he started banging on the poor metal pan as hard as he could.
You and Rocket shot up lightning fast startled by the clatter of noise. Rocket had his teeth bared in the direction of the noise, and was making a low growling voice. You on the other hand, being a shoot first ask questions later kinda gal (that and you were still half asleep) took the pan from Peter and hit him in the head with as much power as you could muster.
Peter screamed as loud as possible in a very non manly manner. He sprinted like the devil himself was after him still screaming in shock. Rocket finally realizing what had happened just simply stated," That was interesting and all, but when is he gonna learn?" You now fully awake stood in shock for a second. "SORRY PETER," you yelled truly feeling guilty knowing that he probably had a concussion.
"C'mon lets go see if the idiot is gonna make it." Rocket said gently with a hint of sarcasm while grabbing your hand. You made your way to the "living room" with Rocket's hand intertwined with yours. Peter was sitting in a chair with ice pack on his head. " Sorry about hitting you with a pan, Peter. You gonna be ok?" you asked gently putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ya I think I'll manage," he said. "Good. Now what did you learn today?" you ask trying to sound like a teacher.
"To never ever wake you up," the team (minus you) answered
Sorry if this wasn't the greatest I have a bit of writers block, but I didn't want to leave you guys stranded.
