Marvel Imagines

Maybe, Maybe Not | Platonic! Rocket Raccoon x Reader

this is for the wonderful spiderneds who is turning twenty today! happy birthday, friend!

this might've ended up being a little more guardians-centered as a whole but still some good moments with rocket. I don't exactly know how good this is since i'm probably not the best writer but I hope this brings a smile to your face. 

I wish you the best year of your life and many more to come!!

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You woke up this morning with a yawn. As you sat up from your bed you could hear faint mutterings from outside your quarters. A smile appeared out of the corner of your mouth when you heard Quill say-

"How old is she turning again? Seven?"

"She's going to be twenty, Peter," you heard Gamora say.

"That doesn't sound right."

They were definitely talking about you since your birthday was today. You've been with the guardians from the beginning but somehow you'd always spend your birthdays fighting rouge aliens and saving the galaxy instead of celebrating and eating cake. Maybe this time it would be different.

Maybe they were planning a party.

Filled with excitement and a wide grin glued to your face, you hopped off the bed and began to wash up.

You then opened your room door and walked out to the main area of the ship to see everyone scattered around as if it was just another normal day. All eyes were on you as you came into sight.

"Good morning, (Y/N)," Gamora said, standing near the fridge.

"Good morning." You looked around the room, feeling uncomfortable from everyone staring. "So, are we doing anything exciting today?"

Quill stood up. "Well, Drax, Mantis, Gamora, and I need to take care of some business. Old Ravager junk to fix. That's probably gonna take up most of our day. Isn't that right, Drax?" he asked, turning to his friend.

"Yes that is correct," Drax said.

You glanced between them with suspicion. They stood a lot stiffer than normal and kept side-eyeing Gamora.

Yep. Definitely planning a birthday party.

"And what will I do?" you asked.

"You will....um, pick...." Quill glanced around the room, desperately trying to come up with something to say. "Yarrow roots."

"Huh?" you asked, tilting your head.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Rocket and Gamora both sigh. Quill looked as awkward as ever, his lips turned to a line.

"Yes. That's it. You will pick yarrow roots with Rocket and Groot," he said, pointing to the pair.

"What?! Why do we gotta babysit for?" Rocket exclaimed.

"Because we don't want (Y/N) to be here while we work on our Ravager problem."Quill turned his head to him with a look in his eyes that said 'I'm going to kill you if you don't agree to this.' He turned back to you and said, "And we also need more yarrow root, just making that clear."

You raised an eyebrow.

Rocket groaned. "Fine. Come on, Groot. Humie. Let's go pick some yarrow root for Star-Munch and the morons."

Quill scoffed at the nickname. As you started to walk away, you looked back at the others who had now formed together in a huddle, whispering things you couldn't quite hear. The three of you exited the ship and made your way deep into the forest of the planet you all had landed on two days ago.