*Requested - Reader hears Rocket talking in his sleep about how fond he is of you. Enjoy! 💙🚀💚*
It was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.
“Bomb… moon…” Rocket muttered ears twitching as he did so.
He had fallen asleep on your lap after a long day of bounty hunting and you couldn’t bring yourself to move him. The other Guardians watched as you gently pet him and giggled at the way Rocket seemed to smile in his sleep.
“Oh I’m so going to tease him about this.” Peter whispered excitedly. “About time that little weasel got a taste of his own medicine.”
As if on queue, Rocket growled and cursed Peter’s name. His face seemed to contort into a grimace the same way it would if he were awake. All of the Guardians laughed quietly at this and Peter rolled his eyes.
Rocket had never talked in his sleep before now and you had to admit it was rather funny.
Suddenly the grimace disappeared from Rocket’s face and was replaced with a large goofy grin that showed off his sharp teeth. You had never seen him look so genuinely happy.
“Let me guess more bombs?” Peter said, boredom clinging to his tone.
“(F/n)…” Rocket clutched at the material of your jumpsuit. “Stay safe… cant lose you” He giggled adorably and buried his face into your leg. “Too pretty to lose.”
Your hand stopped in mid air and you felt the heat in your cheeks rise. Surely he wasn’t talking about you, was he?
“We should get a drink sometime…” Rocket turned back over leaving a trail of drool across your leg. “…‘f you want. Shh. Don’t tell Star Munch. Can’t have him knowing I like you.”
You glanced over to the Guardians. Drax has his fist in his mouth and was bitong down on it trying his hardest not to laugh. Gamora looked at you and raised her eyebrow, the amusement was evident in the small smile she was trying to hide. Groot smiled down at his small furry friend. Groot already knew how fond Rocket was of you. Rocket would always talk to him about you and get embarrassed whenever Groot asked why. Peter, of course, was the first to laugh. His laughter ricochet off the walls of the Milano.
Rocket jumped up with a start.
“Huh?!” The fur on his face was spiked up at strange angles and the look of confusion on his face was priceless. “Wha- Was I asleep?”
“Yeah man, having a good dream?” Peter chuckled.
“The hell are you on about Quill?” Rocket was too tired to deal with Peter’s games.
Peter grinned and put on a high pitched girly voice. “Ooooooh! (F/n) you’re sooooo pretty! Come drink with me!”
“Huh wha- Oh No…” Rocket whined and covered his face once he pieced it together.
He looked absolutely mortified. Quickly, he coughed and bared his teeth at Quill, trying to be as threatening as possible. “Shut your freaking mouth princess!”
You could tell how angry Rocket was getting. He hated being laughed at. With a quiet giggle you placed your hand on his arm and leant closer to him.
“I’d love to go for a drink with you Rocket.” You whispered in his ear, making sure the others couldn’t.
Rocket looked up at you with a suprised expression.
“Yeah?” He asked unsure if you were winding him up.
“Yes.” You smiled at him before kissing his cheek.
'Maybe I should talk in my sleep more often?’ Rocket thought to himself.