Rocket x Reader- Guardians of the Galaxy

From Zero To Knowhere

"What is this place?" Drax whispered. We were heading right towards what looked like a huge skull just floating in space. Quite honestly? I found it somewhat intriguing.

"It's the severed head of a celestial being called Knowhere. Be careful where you're going, rodent. There are no regulations here." Gamora stated. After we made it inside, I looked out the window to see things being transported everywhere. "It's a mining colony for valuable resources like spinal fluid, brain tissue, all valuable in the black markets across the galaxy." Gamora's explanation was a little less than glamorous. "There are lots of outlaws here, too."

Rocket landed the Milano and we all piled out, happy to stretch our legs for a bit. "(Y/N) and I come from a planet full of outlaws. John Stamos, Billy the Kid, Bonnie and Clyde..."

I gave him a WTF face but he didn't see it. "Sounds like a planet I'd like to visit." Drax commented seriously. "Yeah, you should." Quill agreed.

"Our buyer's in there?!" Rocket sounded shocked. "This is no respectable establishment!" Drax yelled.

"What are we supposed to do while we wait?" Rocket folded his arms.

It didn't take long for us to find something to entertain ourselves with. There was alcohol and gambling tables which is always a fun combination.

"YES! YES! YES!" Drax was cheering for his creature to win and his drink sloshed out a little. "I have won again! Let's put more of this liquid into our bodies!" Drax downed his drink in one gulp. "That's the first thing you've said that wasn't bat-shit crazy!" Rocket said with a laugh before downing his drink, too.

I had a nice buzz going on myself but I wasn't enjoying watching the creatures get eaten. With a "I'll be right back," I made my way through the crowd and out the front doors. The air outside was fresh, or at least as fresh it could be. It was still better than the stinky air in the bar.

"Hey there, pretty lady." I spun around to see a drunk Rocket standing on the wall which made him taller than me.

"Rocket! What are you doing out here?" He scared me but I didn't want him to know that so I kept my cool.

"Just enjoying the view." Crossing his arms, he leaned back a bit and let his gaze roam down then back up my body. Finally his eyes met mine again. A smile started working its way across his face. "Feeling awkward yet?"

My eyes widened and I felt my face heat up along with other parts of my body. Damn alcohol. So much for keeping cool.

"U-uh, nope. I'm fine. Perfectly fine." I was lying through my teeth and he knew it.

"Oh, really?" His smile turned smug as he closed the distance between us. My breath hitched at the sudden closeness and I didn't dare move away. If I did, I'd be pretty much admitting things were awkward and I'd lose our bet. So I stayed rooted to the spot.

"You're cheeks are flushed and your eyes are dilated..." Rocket's eyes traveled lower to my throat. "Ah, and look at your pulse."

I didn't move or speak. Hell, I couldn't even think. What was going on?

"I think you might like this." He teased.

"Like what? Space invaders?" I joked nervously.

"I think you might like the closeness between us. Which means...I think you like me." He said with a small smile.

"Are you for real? If you're trying to make me feel awkward this isn't gonna work, bud. I've had plenty of guys try to-" I was cut off when Rocket pressed his lips against mine. Between the buzz from the booze and the sensation of being kissed, I felt like I was floating. I tried to not let the moan escape past my throat but it did. Rocket exhaled before pulling away to look at me. I saw something flash in his eyes but it was gone, replaced by their usual look of mischief. He smiled devilishly, looking down at me with half lidded eyes.

"Sorry, sweetheart. We gotta keep it PG...for now." He said with a wink and turned back to walk into the bar. "Come on. We better go see if Gamora's buyer is ready to see us."

"Yeah, okay." I said, following behind him.

Just around the corner....

"GAMORA!! I TOLD YOU something was going on and I was RIGHT!" Quill turned to her and pointed an accusing finger in the direction of where the two had gone. Despite Quill's attempt at having a somewhat romantic moment with her, he couldn't resist sticking his nose in other people's affairs.

"Would you leave them alone and let them figure it out themselves?"

"Nope, no can do." Quill gazed down at Gamora but before anything could happen loud crashing and yelling made its way outside to them. "Oh, no. What now?" Quill quickly made his way inside the bar with Gamora following close behind.

The sight was not exactly shocking but the magnitude of the argument was. Drax, Groot, and Rocket were in a tussle over God knows what. Drax punched Groot and wood chips went sailing through the air. Quill stood between the two, Gamora rested a hand on Drax's shoulder and (Y/N) was holding back Rocket.

"Whoa whoa, guys take it easy!" Quill started his smooth talking in an attempt to calm folks down.

"This creature speaks of things he knows nothing about." Drax accused.

"That is true." Rocket spat.

"He has no respect!"

"That is ALSO TRUE!" Rocket agreed. "Well, I didn't ask to get MADE! I didn't ask to get torn apart over and over and turned into some....little monster!" Rocket's voice cracked at the end and his eyes were gleaming with unshed tears.

"Rocket, nobody's calling you a monster-" (Y/N) was cut off by Rocket's rant.

"He called me VERMIN. She called me RODENT. Let me get in six good rounds and see if you like-"

"4 BILLION UNITS! ROCKET! Suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich." Quill's persuasion worked and Rocket lowered his gun. "Well, after this is all over there's no guarantee I won't kill all of ya." He muttered.

"That's exactly why none of you have any real friends. 5 seconds after you meet someone you wanna kill them. This is ridiculous!" Quill threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

"We have traveled all the way here to this quadrant and we STILL haven't gotten any closer to Ronan." Drax angrily shrugged off Gamora's hand and shoved his way past the crowd.

"Just let him go. He's being a jerk anyway." I said.

Two seconds later, a creepy, airy, and emotionless voice drifted through the air. "Milady Gamora. My master is ready for you." We all turned around to see this pink skinned chick with her hair up waiting for us.

"Shall we?" Star-Lord motioned for Gamora to lead the way and the motley crew trailed behind.