So I've been working on a TMNT quiz and still am working on it. (Seriously I've been on it for months). So I decide to do the most logical thing and just pile up things to do. Anyways I own nothing yada yada yada enjoy. (≧◡≦)

Rocket x Reader

"Oh what's this one do?" you ask Rocket picking up one of his larger guns from his stash. " Leave it to you,(y/n),to find one of my most dangerous weapons. This (y/n) can destroy a moon if needed," he replied snickering at your ability for finding trouble as your face light up with a mischievous smile. "Quill," you call out in an innocent voice," Can we go find to an uninhabited moon." "What?," he looks over at you," No, no, and no. Nothing good ever happens when you got that look on your face," he shudders remembering what happened last time. (Hm you know I might have to make this into a future one-shot)

"Don't worry," Rocket said reassuringly walking to where you were sitting and put a paw on a shoulder," knowing us we'll have to use it someday." You felt your face heat up at his touch even if your shoulder was covered up by your sweatshirt ," Yea I guess your right," you mumbled. "I am Groot (We are landed)," Rocket and you jumped a foot into the air at the sound of the familiar low voice. "Geez remind me to put a bell on you later. Anyways since we are landed I'm going to take (y/n) out for a drink. It's getting to cramped in here," Rocket said walking towards the door. "Wait a second, let me change first," you whined. When you came back Rocket's jaw dropped when he saw what you were wearing.( 2011/02/fashion-... or whatever you want). You gently push Rocket's mouth shut,"You're going to catch flies like that. Besides we're wasting precious drinking time." You said mentally adoring his lovesick expression. "You look gorgeous in that, but maybe you should change. The people here are very messed up ya know. I don't want you to get hurt." Rocket said worriedly snapping back into reality. "Don't worry babe I got like five knives, a taser,and a shot gun. I'm sure I'll be fine," you said doing your best to soothe Rocket's worries. You weren't sure if it worked or not, but you knew for a fact a nice strong drink would fix that.

He nodded ,"Well let's go," he said grabbing your hand. You smile at his gesture letting him lead the way. " (1)The Drunken Clam seems good to me," you said looking up at the neon sign. The instant you walked in the place erupted with wolf whistles, but after you glared at everyone they stopped. (Well actually Rocket pulled out his gun, but you don't need to know that.) Rocket grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bar. After that everyone understood and backed off.

Well everyone but one really drunk guy. "Aw Rocket you're so cute when you're jealous," you cooed as Rocket ordered the extra strong drinks. Rocket opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a guy who choose to sit on the velvet red barstool next to you. "Why have cute when you can have someone like me, sugar?" he slurred. He had messy short black hair and was fairly built, but he was very very drunk. "Ok first of all, DON'T ever call me sugar. Secondly, you're so drunk that you can't walk in a straight line. And third but most important I have a boyfriend, and you can bet that I love him more than an arrogant bastard such as yourself." I said glaring into his eyes. "Fine good thing I didn't buy you a drink cause you're just a pain." He said walking away.

"I hope you have fun with your raccoon good for nothing boyfriend." He called out walking away. That was the last straw, you were so angry your eyes turned from their normal (e/c) to a demonic red. (Don't ask how or why or even how I thought of this cuz I really don't know)You tackled him down to the ground hard not caring (more like hoping) that he would probably end up with a couple bruises and would defiantly feel that in the morning. You stood up and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up before he could get away. "DON'T. EVER. CALL. HIM. A. RACCOON," you screamed at the man before you punched him making him fly across the bar. People gasped at the scene of violence and damage that was caused as he had hit a table. Food flew everywhere making as splattering the walls and floor.
But you didn't care about any of that when you noticed Rocket had moved to your side and had his sharp glistening white teeth bared. Now the guy was really mad he punched you in the cheek, and you knew that your cheek would defiantly be a different color in a while. He grabbed you by the shoulders, but before you could do anything Rocket shot him with his Quadruple Barrel Shock Rifle which thankfully he had set it to stun, and the man would be out and about in a day or two. "No one hurts my girl," Rocket snarled grabbing and squeezing your hand.

You lovingly pulled him into a hug loving the softness of his fur, and gently kissed him. You purred as he caressed your soon to bruised, but he did it so gently that it didn't even matter. You didn't want this moment to end, but all good things must come to an end. So, you regretfully set him back down onto the filthy bar floor. Rocket scurried towards the bar and grabbed their drinks. "Here," he said handing yours to you," I have a stash on the Milano, but don't tell anybody else I don't want them drinking me dry." You smiled at him nodding, but you knew that knowing Rocket that it'd be impossible for anybody to drink that much.

You left the bar a drink in hand, leaving behind a bunch of scared people. None of that mattered though all that mattered was that Rocket was holding your other hand.

(1): Kudos to you if you got that if not the name is from Family Guy. I just couldn't think of a bar name besides that.
How'd I do? I'll try and update as much as possible and I think it will be reassuring that I did this in a day. Which is indeed lightning fast for me. Hope to hear your thoughts about this so review please. It helps fight writers block. With that I leave you ta ta. ≧✯◡✯≦✌