#Peter quill yn

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Peter Quill x Reader

Dinner (can read breakfast first)

Description: After Peter and Yn have their first kiss, Peter takes Yn out to a nice dinner.

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Warnings ♡ Swearing, possible spoilers, suggestive content

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“Since we’ve known each other for years does that put our relationship at a higher ranking? You know more perks?” Peter grinned laying next to me in his bed. He held one hand up to toss a ball into the air and catch it which left me flinching and or hiding my face into his side after he accidentally dropped the ball on my head once. His other hand was wrapped around me and I laid sideways holding a hand over the side of my face that was in the line of fire to the ball.

“We’ve literally only been dating for like nine hours,” I peeked out from my position to see the ball flying right toward me again causing me to flinch out of the way and get hit in the shoulder. “Peter Jason Quill!” I scolded through laughter. “You’re done,” I sat up to retrieve the ball that’d rolled onto the ground. “You’re done.” I picked it up off the floor and tossed it across the room making it into his clothing hamper.

He let out a little cheer and a laugh showing that he was impressed. “That was hot babe,” he put the arm he used to toss the ball under his head and reached the other out toward me motioning me in by doing little grabby fingers in the air.

I started toward the bed before catching a glimpse of his alarm clock stating it was 7pm. “What?! It’s already seven?! We’ve literally been laying in your bed all day long,” I gasped in realization. “I’m hungry,” I whined out to Peter in hopes he’d take the hint and feed me. Yes I could feed myself but I have a boyfriend now, that’s his job. KIDDING…

He looked to the clock and sighed. He was definitely a lazy boy, but part of him really did just want to cuddle and enjoy this new relationship. Especially since he’d longed for it for so long. He sat up and walked over to his dresser to grab his phone. He spent some time scrolling, what I assumed to be looking something up. Then turned back to me with an excited smile. “How bout this? You go put on a nice dress, and do whatever you need to get ready and meet me out in the main area of the ship when you’re done?” He offered full of excitement and anticipation. He’d definitely came up with some sort of little plan and it made my heart race a little at the thought.

“A dress? How cute? Like fancy? Semi-fancy? Casual? Sun-dress? Tight? Loose?” I rambled off all the questions that came to my mind at the alarming thought of picking a dress out for an occasion I know nothing about. A problem that a guy definitely wouldn’t grasp.

Peter gingerly chuckled at my panicking. He stood close now looking down at me in amusement and love all at the same time. “Honey…” he began with a grin just staring down at me taking in all my features. He softly placed a his hands on both shoulders and rubbed as he spoke. “Get something semi-fancy, it’s for a dinner okay?” He tilted his head while asking to read my expression.

“Okay… honey” I replied in a sarcastic tone teasing the nickname he’d given. Not that I minded it, I just found it amusing he’s moving so quick. Though technically we have known each other for almost five years now.

“Yeah. Honey. Now turn around,” he took his hold on my shoulders to spin me around. “And go get ready,” he said in a playfully fake aggressive tone while smacking me on the butt.

I let out a little squeal at his actions while laughing my way out and to my room to find an outfit. “You two are gross,” Rocket cringed from the hall as I approached.

“Why are we gross?” I chuckled. Rocket is always complaining about something. One second it’s me and Peter are annoying and won’t stop fighting and now that we’re happy and have stopped apparently we’re gross. Complaining is just part of Rockets personality at this point so I never really take it seriously.

He looked at me like I were dumb and his comment was clearly obvious. “You’ve been in his room all day long, haven’t come out to see the light of day,” he started listing off as if it were offenses for a crime. “It doesn’t take a genius to know what that entails”

My jaw dropped and brow furrowed at the accusation. “Hey! I don’t just sleep with people whenever you know, I only do when I’m in love and it’s deep enough into a relationship! I make it a point to be very against stupid hookup culture whether that’s Peter’s past or not it’s gonna be his future,” I defended. Now that I said it out loud that thought kinda does scare me. What if Peter expects that out of me? I mean we’ve only been dating one day I don’t just throw myself around. Though I know how Peter is with girls. He’s been around the block. I just hope he respects me enough to wait, I’m sick of guys using women for their bodies and wise versa. That’s not the relationship I want, I want something real and built out of love not lust.

Rocket gave a little ‘huh’ seeming impressed and or proud. “Well that’s actually pretty cool, I didn’t know that,” he admitted more relaxed now. He was acting like a father and it was kind of endearing in a weird way. “I wouldn’t have cared if you did, just think it’s funny to mess with you, but I think that’s special. Not a lot of people are like that these days and I think you’re something really good for Quill” he spoke whole heartedly and it made my heart melt. Rocket never gets like this and when he does you know he means it for real. “As much as he is an idiot” he quickly added to even himself out from all the mushy stuff.

“Do you think Peter-“ I paused trying to think of how I wanted to word it. “Do you think it’s a necessity for him?” I asked beating around the bush in hopes Rocket got what I meant and wasn’t going to make me explain further as I felt embarrassed enough.

He seemed a little taken aback at my tone and serious attitude. “I mean, I don’t know it’s Peter” he shrugged while speaking in an apologetic tone. “I think you’re not giving him enough credit” he finished with a simple response not wanting to dig any deeper as he truly didn’t know what to say. It’s not like I won’t do it with Peter ever, I just don’t want to rush it.

Though I was unsatisfied with Rockets empty response I took what I could get. I headed into my room letting out an exhale. I sat on my bed stuck in my own swirling thoughts before I heard rummaging in my closet making me jump at the sudden noise. I froze and listened as intently as possible ready to pounce on any intruder that could come at me.

“Owww, you big doofus you stepped on my toe!” I heard mantis’s muffled voice snap at someone behind the closed door.

Feeling safe now that I knew it was just mantis and whoever else I stood up and slung the door open. Drax stood with his arms held straight out in a T-pose while Mantis was in the middle of putting a hanger on his arm. He stood there with a few dresses hanging off his arms like he was a clothing rack which made me laugh in confusion. “Dang it! The surprise is ruined. We have to tell Quill to cancel the-“ before he could finish his sentence Mantis was smart enough to slap her hand over his mouth muffling the rest of the words.

“Nooo, the plan isn’t ruined, Peter said she is the one who’s gonna pick out the dress” she huffed in annoyance toward Drax. Those two bicker like siblings, and honestly get aggravated with one another. It’s kinda cute though, they have such a strong bond they truly do act like best friends/siblings.

Drax didn’t seem impressed with her statement as he was pretty much set on the fact that everything was ruined because I found them in the closet. “Soo, what’s going on?” I questioned in amusement, more specifically with the way Drax looks right now as a personal shelf.

“We were going to surprise you by picking out some dress options so you didn’t have to” Mantis informed sadly, her head dipped down. “I wanted it to be easier for you to pick and Peter told us we could pick any dress that was red, but you had so many and I guess we lost track of time…”

I put my hand on her shoulder in a soothing way. “It’s okay, I’m perfectly surprised! I like what you’ve picked so far, here let’s look at them out here” I motioned for them to step out of the closet chuckling as the dresses swayed back and forth across Drax’s arms which were still held straight out.

We ended up selecting three dress options that I was going to try on and set them across my bed. “Okay Drax turn around I’m gonna change” I showed him with my hand as Mantis spun him around and planted her hand over his eyes for good measure. Though I think we all knew that Drax would never look. He wouldn’t even want to.

He sat patiently with a grumble at my comment. “I would much rather have my eyes gouged then look at that” he scoffed.

I shimmied myself into the first dress which was a little more lose but had red sparkles on it and a few gems. After inspecting myself in the mirror I wasn’t sure how I felt about this one. I’m definitely leaning toward the other two so far. “Okay here’s the first one” I turned to them and stood awkwardly as they examined my outfit.

Drax decided to let out the most insane loud laughter that quite literally made me jump after seeing the dress. “HAHHA…That is….” He choked out through laughter. “The funniest prank…” he slouched over, holding his knees trying to calm his laugh. “Mantis that was a good prank putting that hideous one in there” he complimented whole heartedly.

She smacked his armed with an appalled expression. “I did not put that in as a prank Drax!” She scolded the man.

“Oh… well then Quill must really like you” he said more relaxed now, having zero shame whatsoever. He was very oblivious to many things especially social cues. He could move on from something like that within a split second, heck part of me wonders if he even knows he did anything wrong.

“Okay! Next dress then,” I snickered at the situation. I never took anything Drax said seriously which made his comments all the more funny. I’d never actually take fashion advice from him in the first place.

I decided to save my favorite dress for last as I already knew what I looked like in it and had a feeling I would be picking that no matter what. I showed them the second dress and the reaction was mild yet interested. Then slipped on the final dress and turned to show them the final option.

“Wow.” Mantis’s jaw dropped as she looked over the dress and the way it fit my form. “You look beautiful” she breathed, she was astonished.

“Nice” Drax added. He liked the dress I could tell, he just wasn’t much for theatrics. “Like a hot Cheeto” he mentioned one of the Earth snacks I obsessed over making me chuckle. The dress was all red, and tight, it hugged my body in all the right ways which is why it’s always been my favorite.

I did a little goofy curtsy for the two, I don’t know how else to take compliments I’ve never really been good with that. “So, I’m supposed to go out there now right?”

Mantis perked up and turned to Drax with an eager smile. “Yes! We’ll take you” she looped her arm with one of mine, and Drax did the same. They lead me out of my room and into the main area of the ship. As soon as we stepped foot into the room I was met with a trail of flowers and fake candles leading to where Groot stood holding a bouquet of flowers.

He held them with both hands smiling so widely. He always looked so innocent and right now he looked absolutely adorable. “I picked pink flowers because I think you like pink” he chirped watching me excitedly as Mantis and Drax led me closer to Groot.

“I love them Groot, thank you so much” I couldn’t help but feel my face start to redden at all of this. I’ve never been put in the spotlight before and it feels so nice and a little overwhelming (in the best way possible). “Did you grow them yourself?” I questioned already knowing the answer. I’d seen Groot grow flowers within a few seconds off his own branches and give them to people like the sweetheart he is. He nodded happily then held out an arm and grew a little pink flower. He looked at it for a bit then at me like he was awaiting my approval. “Wow Groot that’s awesome dude! I love it so much, seriously. I love you guys” I started to feel very sappy and emotional. Just seeing how much they care for me is something I’ll never forget. We really are a family.

“We love you too” Groot and Mantis said in sync making each other chuckle. Drax just stood smiling like an idiot, secretly taking in this moment to his heart.

Groot pointed to the door signaling us to move forward that way. Drax and Mantis lead me through and Groot followed behind us. When I got outside I was met with Rocket who stood pretty stylish wearing shades and a vest. “Let’s go princess, Quill’s got me as the body guard tonight” he joked while motioning me to a very nice modern vehicle. I’d only now noticed we were on Xandar, just by the look of the car I could tell.

“Don’t you look handsome” I complimented him knowing full and well he’ll be thinking about it for a long time. Rocket likes to act like he doesn’t like affection and compliments but deep down he revels in it. He turned and gave me a playful scoff swatting his hand in the air. He motioned me in the back seat first then followed suit. We both sat in the back as a xandarian driver was in the front.

“Alright big guy we’re good to go” Rocket gave the okay for the driver to leave. The man nodded, already knowing where to go. I didn’t realize how elaborate of a plan Peter had made, but this couldn’t have been all done over that one little text he sent. I’m starting to realize Peter had this plan for a little bit longer than I thought.

As the driver began to pull away I looked out the window to wave my friends goodbye. I felt myself tear up at this point, they all look so happy for me. So genuinely happy just to make me happy and I couldn’t feel more grateful for it. They’re the best family I have ever had, I would never trade them for the world. “Ah don’t get all teary eyed on me now, we’re not even done yet” he smiled at me softly. He unbuckled his seat to stand up and reach over and wipe a tear that fell down my cheek. He put a hand on my shoulder and rubbed in a friendly way to comfort me. This only made the tears flow more, making rocket go the full one hundred and pull me in for a hug which I took immediately. We sat like that for a few minutes and I honestly feel like Rocket needed it as much as I loved it.

We pulled into a parking space but I had been too distracted with Rocket to even pay attention where we were at which made the surprise a lot more fun. I knew it was a restaurant of some sort but I have only been to a few on Xandar. Rocket paid the driver and lead me into the restaurant. It was absolutely stunning as most things were on Xandar. The walls were a clean steel with large glass windows surrounding each wall to provide natural light through the entire area. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and each booth had a vase of flowers and a candle. “If you’re amazed by this then just wait” he grinned at my expression then motioned me to follow.

We went toward the back wall which confused me until I saw a few elevators. I’d never been to a restaurant with elevators in it in my life. I couldn’t tell if this place was expensive type fancy or just xandarian culture fancy. We stepped in and rocket selected the key with the letter “R” which only had me even more puzzled. The elevator only took a few minutes until we’d made it to our destination and the doors slowly opened to reveal the rooftop of the building. Rocket took my hand and we stepped out until we found Peter sitting at a little table set up dressed in a handsome tux. Nebula stood next to him and they watched as I approached with rocket.

The roof was completely empty besides us and the one little table so I’d assumed Peter had to have pulled some strings to get this. He stood from his seat and brushed off his clothes while smiling down at me. “Wow, you look amazing” he stared at me taking in my features completely in awe.

“So do you, I mean. Wow.” I scanned his outfit again absolutely obsessed with it. He looks amazing in a tux, I just want to kiss him a million times. Acting on my urges I placed my hands on his cheeks and softly brought him closer so I could kiss him.

“As much as I love the sound of lips smacking together all disgusting like that, I really gotta get going” Rocket chimed in from behind us cringing at the sound of our lips. “Pete, I’m still good for the free meal down stairs?” He double checked before getting the okay “have fun you two” we’d said our little goodbyes and he’d left to go eat downstairs.

I turned my attention to nebula who’d pulled out each of our chairs. I guess my expression was pretty extreme because they’d answered my questions without me having to say anything. “I got us this table up here but the servers are busy in the actual restaurant area so Nebula offered to help out” he looked at nebula with an apologetic smile. “Thanks by the way, and for this!” He motioned to his nicely styled hair.

My eyes widened a bit as I looked at his hair then Nebula. “You did his hair?! What?” I found myself laughing at the realization as I’d never imagined Nebula doing that let alone knowing how.

She shrugged her shoulders. “When you’re on a ship with Tony Stark for as long as I’ve been, doing hair comes easy. He insisted on having it perfect despite it only ever just being the two of us waisting away in space” she found herself reminiscing the time with Tony and seemed to be fond of the memory.

“Sounds like a Tony Stark kind of thing” I chuckled. “Well you did amazing, he looks soooo handsome” I cooed toward my boy making him grin down at me.

“Well thank you beautiful, you ready to eat?” He handsomely questioned.

I nodded with a smile. He placed his hand on my lower back and led my to my seat and pushed it in before sitting in his own seat. “What drinks are you two going to have?” Nebula asked calmly.

“I’ll have wine, any, surprise me” Peter ordered for himself. “Scratch that. Anything BUT white whine” he made a face at the mention of white wine making me laugh.

Nebula nodded taking a mental note then looked at me. “I’ll do the same, thank you Nebula” I kindly put my hand on her arm to show my appreciation. She smiled and nodded as response like she did for a lot of things. It was sort of her go-to in situations like this. She went off to go collect our drinks leaving Peter and I alone.

He reached his hands across the table to scoop mine up in his, he began to rub his thumbs on the side of my hands. “How’d I do?” He asked pretty seriously. It was clear he genuinely wanted to know if I’d liked it which melted my heart. He seemed pretty nervous too, I could tell he put a lot into this.

I found myself sinking into my seat feeling relaxed just holding hands with my boy. “You did amazing Peter seriously, you’re just- just perfect” I stumbled to find the words that fit how my heart felt for a second but found it. “My sweet, sweet boy” I found myself blushing profusely at the way Peter was looking at me right now. His entire focus was on nothing but me. His expression is so soft and loving it makes my heart squirm.

“I told you I’d romance the shit out of you” he smirked referencing this morning. “I’ve always imagined the date I’d take you on before we ever became a thing. The second we kissed I already knew I wanted to do something like this tonight” he admitted through pink cheeks.

I couldn’t help myself but smile at the thought of Peter daydreaming about a date with me. This part of Peter really shocked me, I always knew he was a sweetheart but not like this. It all seems so pure and romantic, I guess I just didn’t expect it. “That is actually the cutest thing in the entire world and I won’t lie I definitely cried in the car because I loved it so much” I chuckled at myself.

He gave a little snicker and continued to look at me. “You’re so pretty” he sighed in content and slid his fingers into mine interlocking them. “And you’re all mine now” he thought to himself out loud. “You hear that? Mine” he teased but part of him was being serious. He may seem nonchalant but in reality he was pretty decently possessive.

I grinned at the comment. “All yours Starlord, all yours”

“Cool. Glad we got that documented because if any guy tries anything with you I’m gonna kick their ass okay?” He raised his brow as he spoke to give off a serious look.

“I’d kick his ass first” I shot back playfully.

He seemed to be really happy with that response. “That’s my girl” he grinned back at me.

Nebula made it back with the drinks which was the only time Peter took his eyes off me. She set each glass down in front of us carefully. “Okay, you two know what you’re going to eat?”

The question alarmed me a little because I didn’t want to be rude to nebula but we definitely did not spend any time looking at the menu. “Uhh” Peter and I both made a similar sound and glanced at each other with a look. “Let me just double check real quick” I said while speed reading through the menu.

“Yeah, me too” Peter added using a very highly sarcastic tone making it obvious now that we hadn’t looked at the menu.

“You’re the one who owes me for this, I’ll charge by the hour” she poked at the fact that Peter found it amusing but he was the one paying up at the end.

At that he’d sped up his search and landed on the classic steak dinner. “I’ll do the steak, and both sides are fine” he quickly replied while tidying up his menu to hand her.

“Me too” I concluded. I’m definitely a picky eater hut steak is one of the few things I’ll always eat. Plus it made it easier for nebula.

She took the menus from us and made her way back down to get the orders in. “So can we skip past this awkward new boyfriend thing and just come up with nicknames now? Because I’ve been dying to call you baby” he asked eagerly. He was pretty much on the same page as me because we’ve known each other for years. If we’d just met then sure it would feel rushed, but the amount of times I’ve wanted to kiss this man throughout the years is enough to make this okay.

I nodded in agreement. “I would love that” I considered adding a nickname to the end of that sentence but I really couldn’t think of what he’d like to be called which sparked my next question. “What nicknames do you like?” I asked perking up in my seat at the conversation.

He sat in thought for a minute before collecting his answers. “Babe, baby, handsome, sexy” he slipped the last one in with a mischievous grin while waiting for my reaction.

I rolled my eyes at the comment. “Two of those were just you complimenting yourself” I called him out on his giant ego. Personally it doesn’t bother me, I think it’s cute.

“Well I plan on calling you the last one, along with beautiful, gorgeous, stunning…” he rambled on a bunch of endearing words making my cheeks blush. “All of those which you are right now” he smoothly flirted giving my outfit another look.

“I hate to say it because we all know your ego doesn’t need another boost, but you look pretty sexy in that tux” I flirted in a playful manner.

“Mmm thank you,” he gave a cocky smirk and leaned in closer to the table. “Although my ego is actually pretty small, and sad right now and I feel like the only thing that can help fix it is if you kiss me” he spoke in a soft grizzly tone while eyeing my lips with a grin.

That. Was hot. “Only because you begged” I teased back and leaned into the table meeting my lips with his. This kiss was long and fiery. His hands held the sides of my face and his thumb traced circles as we kissed. His lips were soft and warm. I felt the little prickles of his facial hair against my face, and the warmth of his breathe against me until we slowly pulled away.

Peter and I sat and talked about random memories we had on missions in the past. Funny moments, and just dumb things that we’ve all done until Nebula came back with the food, this time Rocket followed holding a bottle of wine. She placed the food in front of us on the table and backed up for Rocket to make his way through. He’d used the chairs as leverage when pouring the wine in our glasses to refill them, then once the glasses were full with a satisfied smile he began chugging the remains of the bottle. I take it that was the deal he was made for helping. “Alright you two, we’ll see you back on the ship, have fun” Nebula dismissed and we said our thank you’s and goodbyes to our friends.

We started eating our food which was absolutely delicious and had little conversation in between. “So, you wanna sleep over in my room tonight?” He smirked at me wiggling his brows. Im pretty sure I know what he meant by that especially just from knowing who the guy is.

I felt a little intimidated and I honestly didn’t know how to answer. Part of me feels like I just owe him sex now because he did all of this for me. The rational side of me knows that’s absolutely insane and I don’t owe that to anyone no matter what. But the other side of me with all this guilt and pressure likes to argue. “Uhm,” I felt flustered and I assumed he could tell because his face fell a little bit.

“Oh honey, we don’t have to do anything” he reached his hand out and placed it on mine. “Although I’d never argue with you if you wanted to” he added with a grin. “But seriously Yn, I just like being with you, even when we’re dead asleep just knowing your next to me is all I want”

His genuine response relieved me and made me feel safe. He definitely just earned himself a ton of brownie points. I’ll keep this in mind for the night things do get frisky. “Thank you Peter, that really means a lot to me, and of course I’ll sleep with you tonight” I smiled at the thought of being cuddled up with him all night. “Honestly if I’m ever in my room and you wanna sleep over you don’t even have to ask just come in and make yourself comfy” I offered trying not to sound eager but the sentence itself didn’t really help that. Truth is I want to sleep next to him every night. Cuddle his cute self.

I felt more at ease when I saw his expression at my offer. He seemed pretty excited about it actually, I could tell that he’s going to take that offer quite a-lot. “Well same with you” he replied. “But tonight we’re in my room because I wanna make you watch one of my favorite Earth movies”

Peter and I have been sharing our favorite Earth things together and it’s been so fun. Since we’re both from there it’s kind of become our special thing. It’s always nice having my eyes opened to new things that I haven’t seen too. Especially music. “Sounds like a plan” I smiled and he smiled back.

We spent the rest of the date talking about our lives as guardians, and random things like that until the sun set. Once we were done Peter had talked with the owner of the restaurant to thank him. Apparently he got this all for free because we’d helped to save Xandar from Ronan a few years back. We still had some perks left.

We got a ride back to the ship and made our way to his bedroom where I laid cuddled on his chest, his arms around me while we watched the movie Peter wanted. I got a few minutes in until I started to feel the heaviness of my eyelids, and my world went black into a peaceful sleep.

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AN// I think I might make another part to this fic series as this is number two now!

[yonnekc-art]

💙Peter & Erick🧡

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Peter Quill x Reader

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There was a dull ache in your side as you threw a knife at the alien. It's neon orange skin being slit open gracefully.

You were quickly tackled by- what the hell.

It was peter.

"What the fuck," you hiss, rolling out from underneath him. The faint scent of his shampoo and leather entering your system.

"He was gonna shoot you, babe," he says kissing your forehead, then your nose, an finally your lips.

"I wouldn't even be fighting if you hadn't stolen that stupid- what even is that thing," you yell, slashing another alien across the throat, and kicking out it's knees.

Peter grabs your hand as you both run to the ship. Dodging enemy blasts, and that one came from rocket, "I'm on your side, trash panda," you yell at him. Pete Snickers at your remark.

You hop into the pilots seat, "No I'm driving, don't even fucking try Star-lord," you put additional emphasis on his made up name.

He pouts and sits next to you. You hear a faint explosion, rocket must be fixing a gadget or making another bomb out of your hot tools.

"Baby," Peter drawls out, "I said I'm sorry,"

"No you actually didn't,"

"Okay, well fine if your going to be difficult, I'm sorry, I love you,"

"I love you to asshole,"

You take the jet through a few quick jumps before you start floating at a steady pace.

You leave to go your quarters, a hand stops you- Mantis, "You are not mad, you are feeling in love and,-" you quickly cut her off," Unless you care to find out how far I can shove my foot up your ass, you better not finish that thought,"

Quill start laughing, mantis gives you a terrified look and drops your hand.

"Why would you want to shove your foot up her ass," Drax questions.

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You and Peter lie awake in his bed.

"I'm sorry," he says for the millionth time. His warm figure pressed into your smaller frame. Enveloping you in his warmth.

"I'm over it, and I love that shampoo," you reply, taking in a deep whiff of the spicy forest type scent.

It was perfectly complimenting to your signature scent, applewood and vanilla.

"I like the way you smell," he replies hand snaking around your waist. He places a few sloppy kisses on your neck.

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[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day five machinery✷.⁺⋆˚₊

semi-romantic angst & fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | minific | word count: 1,946.

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk. 

Rocket scrubs his knuckles against the fur and flesh that have grown over his metal sternum. His ribs strain like creaky bellows, lungs splitting and bruising against the bones. It’s been like this sometimes, since before he can remember — but lately it’s a chronic condition. 

Ever since the High Evolutionary’s voice had echoed over the comms on the Bowie, lethal and shrill. 

Rocket sits at a table across the street from Nebula’s offices, and waits. His fingers drum on the pretty, dusty mosaic surface. 

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk. 

You step out of the doorway, back arching as you stretch. Nebs must’ve had you hunched over datascreens all day — a waste of eye candy, he’d think, if he’d let himself tap too far into his old jackass-habits. Not that it matters — he’s already been preparing to be an absolute, unforgivable dickhead to you, ever since he woke up the rotation before last and decided he couldn’t bear the sound of it anymore.

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk. 

“Hey,” he calls out, voice low and carrying. “You. New kid. Buttercup.”

Your eyes swivel, wide and startled. Shimmery. He kinda hates that about you, except no he doesn’t. He scowls when you look at him and tap your chest, brow creasing in confusion. Who, me? he imagines you uttering, voice perplexed.

Yeah. You. 

He points at you with two fingers, then slashes them toward the chair opposite him. He can see you hesitate — then you’re drifting across the street like a leaf in a stream, eddying around little obstacles and whirlpools as they arise. It takes too long, but you’re finally sinking into the seat across from him.

“Captain?” you say politely, and he tries to hide his scoff. Nothing says new kid on Knowhere quite like deference. Still, it’ll be useful for him today.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “I gotta job for you.”

You blink those gorgeous eyes of yours. “Me?”

He rolls his eyes and tries not to let himself feel bad about exploiting you — all that kindness, that generosity, sitting right there on the surface, ripe for manipulation. “I need you to get me something outta Pete’s old place.”

You blink those starry eyes again. He really needs you to stop doing that, ‘cause it’s killing him. “Pe — Star-Lord’s apartment?” 

He grunts and flicks his eyes back towards Nebula’s door. “Yup.” He lingers on the y, and pops the p. “Super-confidential, very-official, super-frickin’-secret Guardians-mission. Can you do it?”

“I — what do you want me to do?”

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk. 

And this is how you end up slipping through the barely open door of the legendary, absentee Star-Lord’s bedroom: all for a captain with pretty, heartbreaking almandine eyes. 

You’re such a sap.

But Rocket had given you an override hex for Peter Quill’s rooms, and you don’t see how you can refuse him anything, so in you go, even though you know he’s fucking lying about — well, everything related to this so-called mission, you’re sure. No-one has touched this room since Star-Lord left a few cycles before you’d arrived — other than to fix the Warlock-shaped hole in the wall and window, anyway.  Kraglin, Groot, and Nebula all insist he’ll be back soon, and so the apartment remains as he’d left it. 

You glance around, and sure enough, there’s the treasure Rocket had sent you to find, sitting on a rickety high shelf: a dense ball of bulging white tissue, pressed like dough into a silvery, skeletal cage. 

You pick up the sphere. It’s heavy in your hand, like it has its own field of gravity — and you suppose, in a way, it does. Turning it, you recognize the OrgoCorps logo, and it’s the final confirmation you need. You slide the sphere into the pouch on your belt, and you slip from the room, shutting the door behind you. 

“Don’t let Nebs see you,” Rocket had warned. “Don’t let anybody see you.” He’d muttered something your translation chip had haltingly tried to identify as fuckin’ narks. “She’ll be all over my ass if she finds out.” He’d looked up at you, those almandine eyes suddenly narrowing shrewdly, and had said, “You understand what I’m asking you to do, right? You’re the frickin’ fall-guy.” 

“Got it,” you’d said mildly, unbothered. So now here you are, tapping with raindrop-light fingers on Rocket’s apartment door. It swings open and you slide in off the street seamlessly, and he’s got his hand in the pouch at your hip before the door’s even closed behind you.

You jolt at the brush of heat and his intrusive nearness, but he’s already got the record-sphere in his hand, turning his back to you and striding toward the… bed? It’s a slab of cold metal with a ragged blanket and no pillows, and you do a double-take around the room. Nope, that’s definitely the closest thing the poor guy has to a bed. 

The Captain’s fucking miserable. 

Still, you’ve decided that light-hearted sarcasm is the best way to engage for now. 

“Geez,” you snip playfully. “Buy a person dinner first.” 

He startles, tossing you a wide-eyed look over his shoulder that’s too shocked and vulnerable to allow you any satisfaction. But then he rolls his eyes and huffs out a disgruntled sound of annoyance, and begins connecting the ball of white tissue to a handful of datapads and small machines he’s got set on the bed. 

“Sit,” he rumbles with a gesture at the hunk of scrapmetal masquerading as a mattress. He already got his eyes locked on the numbers and letters as they  scroll up on the screens, and he’s glaring at them mutinously. “Or get out.” 

You hesitate. But the fact that he’s opened a spot for you in his apartment at all feels like an indicator that he doesn’t want to be alone, even if he’s too frightened to bring any of… whatever-this-is to his friends. Instead, he stands beside the bed, typing shit into his datapads and screens, and you perch on the spot beside them, facing him. You take him in as he works: the furrowed brow, and the crinkles along the sides of his nose as he tries not to grimace or snarl. His ears — one alert and forward-facing, and the other swiveled into a half-flattened scrap of fur and flesh. Even his tail looks a different than usual: tensed and bristling, tucked tight against his inner calf. 

“There it is,” he mutters, and his eyes scan the screen. They jump and widen, then scan again. His brow drops and now both ears lay flat, and he reads it all again. The fur on his neck and the backs of his forearms rises.

Then he hisses a curse that the translator can’t pick up at all this time, and he shoves himself away from the screens, pacing back and forth in front of you thrice before throwing himself onto the bed at your other side. Your eyes follow him, wide and startled, as he keeps up the steady stream of indecipherable swearing.

Slowly— cautiously — you turn sideways, pulling one leg onto the bed with you, away from the pile of ramshackle tech so you can study him while you chew your lip. You want to ask what it is he’s discovered, and if he’s okay — but the words stay trapped in your throat, meaningless and hollow. You hesitate, and then sigh, and lower yourself onto your back beside him.

The two of you stare up at the ceiling for what feels like ages. Outside, the lights of Knowhere grow gold, signaling the end of the second wake-shift. Topaz light slants in through the frosted windows at the head of the bed.

“Your bed is a chiropractic nightmare,” you say after a moment, and he whuffs a startled laugh. 

Silence falls again, but it feels easier, curling comfortingly into all the crevices of the room. Maybe it’s because of your comment, or maybe it’s because you aren’t looking at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re no-one at all to him — just Buttercup, the New Kid, Hey You.

But he speaks.

“Ever since — ever since we got back,” he mutters. “Ever since the Arête — my heart’s been acting weird. I thought maybe it was — I thought maybe it had been injured worse that we realized, or maybe—“

His voice crackles away, and you don’t chase it. You just wait in the fake sunset-light, watching it warm the shadows. 

“It sounds awful,” he says at last. “Like, yours—“ he lifts a hand above you both and taps out a rhythm on the air with deft fingers. “—thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.” You can hear the grimace in his mouth. “That’s a good heart. That’s a healthy, normal-person heart. But mine—“ He curls his clawed fingers into a strangling fist, and twists viciously. “Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk.”

He drops his hand to his abdomen.

“It’s not fuckin’ good,” he mutters, and his voice is so desolate that your belly suddenly twists and that space behind your eyes tightens. “It’s not… I always knew it didn’t work right.” He makes a tortured noise in his throat that sounds like it’s trying to be a laugh. “But the records say everything’s operating like it should be, so I guess I’m just a messed-up little—“

You roll suddenly. If you’d been thinking clearly, you never would’ve moved so quickly, and later you’ll be grateful that he didn’t lash out at you with startled, defensive claws. But all you can think is to offer him some sort of solace, some sort of peace. 

So you press your ear to his chest.

On the other side of the Indigarran cotton, you feel heat and fur, flesh and metal. He stiffens— frozen beneath you, and then shivering with an uncertainty you’re sure he’d never let show on his face. He smells like fireworks and whiskey and forests in late autumn, and beyond that — a touch or two faster than yours — you can feel the quiet thump of his heart. It’s a little quicker and jumpier than you’d expected, but the longer you lay with your cheek to his chest, the steadier it grows. 

Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

“It sounds like a good heart to me,” you murmur. “I don’t hear what you hear in it — not at all.”

There’s a crackling, staticky quiet, and then he makes a wounded little sound deep in his chest, and you feel it rumble up under your cheek. His hand shifts from his abdomen and his fingers are suddenly cradling the back of your head, holding you against him. 

“You don’t hear it?” His voice is agonized. Desperate. “You really don’t—?”

You can’t shake your head with the way he’s wrapped around you, his other arm coming up to join the first, almost clinging. And you — well, you don’t want to give him any reason to think that you’re not perfectly content to stay like this. “Definitely not,” you tell him. “I’m no doctor, of course, but — it sounds beautiful to me. It sounds like it works far better than you ever realized.”

Your head shifts as he lets out an exhalation so long and splintered that you suddenly wonder if he’s been holding his breath ever since he got back from CounterEarth.

“I thought—“ His words are all hushed and creased, puffing into the air and then tumbling to the metal cot around you like crumpled balls of paper. “I thought maybe it wasn’t a real heart,” he says raggedly. “I thought maybe it was just a — a broken machine.”

You pull your own hand out from beneath you, and you tap out the rhythm just below his collarbone. 

Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

“I promise,” you tell him softly. “I can feel it. It’s real.”

lol whatever i'm under 2k words sooooo i am still very cool. (this was a scene i'd had in my brain for like six months. it's the core component of the oneshot i was writing called real but thanks to this "drabble" (i don't think 2k counts as a drabble whateverrrr) i have a new title in mind (broken machinery) and at least part of the main scene written so YAY

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Fathoms Below [Chapter 5: Storm At Sea]

moodboard by @the-southernbelle

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Summary: Following the death of his uncle, King Benjamin, Prince Peter is determined to hunt down the mermaids he thinks are responsible. When his own ship is taken down in a storm and he’s rescued by one of the mermaids he’s sworn to kill, how will his feelings change? And how will this little mermaid feel when she finds out his true intentions toward her kind?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Talk of drowning, fire, blood (like a true targareyn LOL)

Word Count: 2733

A/N: Welcome back from my mini-hiatus! I’m so excited to be back and continuing this story. Thanks to  @marvelxholland for beta reading for me. If you’d like to be added to my permanent taglist, the Once Upon A Time Collection taglist, or the taglist for this story just send an ask!

The Guardian surged forward, the wake she left behind the only disruption on an otherwise calm sea. Peter stood at the helm next to Captain Quill with his compass and charts in hand. He glanced up at the stars to double-check their heading, finding the sky clear and cloudless as they made their way to the place Rhodes had marked on Peter’s map.

“Just ahead, Captain,” Peter said, rolling up the map and tucking his compass away. “Keep her steady.”

“Aye, aye, Your Highness,” Quill replied, eyes focused ahead on the dark sea. Peter made his way down to the deck with Tony following close behind. The crew was quiet, all activity having slowed to a crawl with the anticipation of reaching their mysterious destination. Nobody, not even Quill, knew what they were sailing towards. Peter had only given him the chart and the heading and ordered him to set sail. They were close now, and with every bob of the ship, Peter felt his nerves tighten.

“Your Highness,” Quill called out. “We’re here.” The crew bustled to slow the ship as Peter looked out into the water.

“And where exactly is here?” Tony asked quietly.

“This is where it happened,” Peter mumbled, his eyes never leaving the water. “This is where their ship went down.” Tony sucked in a harsh breath and followed Peter’s gaze. The water was calm, a few remaining waves breaking from The Guardian’s approach, but Tony swore he could almost hear screams. Every breath of wind seemed to bring with it the ghosts of the crew lost to the sea. Tony moved to take a step forward and look into the depths but stopped. If he looked, he would break. And if he broke, he couldn’t help Peter.

“Why did you bring us here?” he breathed.

“It had to be here,” Peter said, more to himself than Tony. He reached into his coat with shaking hands and pulled out the bottle of magic. Tony stepped up next to him and placed a hand on the young prince’s shoulder.

“Peter, there’s still time to stop this,” he pleaded. “You can give the order and we can turn around and go home.” Peter finally tore his eyes from the water and looked at Tony.

“No,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “I owe this to my uncle.”

“And exactly what do you plan to do if this actually works?” Tony snapped. “Have you given any thought to what you’ll do if you actually discover mermaids?”

“I’ll kill them all,” Peter replied coldly.

“Peter!” Tony gasped. “Y-you can’t mean that!”

“Can’t I?” the prince demanded. “These monsters killed my uncle. And your father! You should want them dead just as much as I do.”

“Want doesn’t matter!” Tony shouted, his fear being replaced quickly with anger. “If you do this, there is no coming back. Something like this will darken you to your very soul, and you’ll carry that darkness with you for the rest of your days. Please, think of what Ben would want for you.”

Peter’s eyes went back and forth from the bottle in his hand to Tony’s face. Some part of him knew that Tony was right. Even to the most open-minded of people, this voyage would seem insane. Tony only wanted what was best for him, as he had since Peter was a child. Another larger and strong part of him knew he had come too far to turn back now. All these years of not knowing and now he was here, on the brink of answers. With one last look at Tony, Peter uncorked the bottle and hurled it into the sea.

“Peter, no!”

Every eye on the ship watched the bottle as it flipped through the air and splashed into the sea. No one dared to move or speak. Even the air around them seemed to still in anticipation. The only sound came from the creaking of the ship as it rocked on the water. Peter walked slowly forward and put his hands on the rail and waited for something, anything, to happen. As the minutes ticked by his heart began to sink. Had Beck lied to him? Had he been sent off on this fool’s errand so everyone would write him off as they had with Rhodes? As his mind started to spiral, the water where the bottle had hit began to stir. Peter squinted and leaned further over the railing.

The water that had been still and calm a moment ago quickly started to bubble and churn. Lightning flashed overhead, drawing Peter’s eyes upward. Clouds had formed in the once clear sky and the rumble of thunder soon filled the air. Suddenly, the stillness around him was broken by pelting and unyielding rain. Wind blasted through the air, nearly knocking Peter off his feet.

“Captain,” Peter screamed, tightening his grip on the railing. “Tell your crew to man their stations!”

“All hands to stations!” Quill shouted, fighting to be heard over the roar of the wind. “Keep your heads. We’ve faced rougher seas than this!” The crew snapped back into action, running back and forth across the deck. Peter dodged through the scrambling crew and made his way to the bow of the ship. He grabbed a nearby rope and leaned as far over the edge as he could, his eyes desperately scanning the surface of the water for any sign of his prey.

“Come on! Show yourselves!” Peter screamed wildly into the night. “I know you’re out there!”

“Peter, this is madness!” Tony cried, stumbling up behind the prince.

“Just wait!” he yelled back. “This will work!” The ship gave a jolt that would have sent Peter over the railing had it not been for Tony’s firm grip on his coat. They rocked back the other way and both of them were thrown to the deck. Peter hissed in pain and tried to right himself. The storm seemed determined to keep him down as the ship lurched again in the wind. Peter’s hands slipped on the deck as he tried to force himself upright. His feet slid from under him again and his chest hit the deck. Growling in rage, Peter pounded his fist against the deck. He could feel his opportunity slipping through his fingers as the storm grew wilder. Thunder and lightning battled in the clouds as rain stung at his skin. The already worn sails frayed and started to rip in the relentless rain. Peter felt hands on his back and allowed them to help him up.

“Peter, please. You have to end this!” Tony yelled, his eyes swimming with terror as he pleaded with him. Peter looked around the deck, horror-struck as he took in the scene before him. The roar of the wind and cracks of thunder dulled to a faint hum in his ears. The crew around him seemed to be working in slow motion, struggling against the storm. All around him people were screaming and pointing, working to ensure the ship didn’t flounder. The Guardian pitched and rolled, sending waves crashing onto the deck. Peter watched as one of the waves knocked the small cook, Groot, off his feet and sent him slamming into the mast. He cried out until Rocket ran forward and helped him up, both of them seeming terrified. Peter knew enough to know that if well-worn sailors like this were afraid they were in very real danger. And it was all his fault.

“What have I done?” he murmured.

“Peter!” Tony screamed again, snapping Peter from his trance. “Listen to me! You have to stop this storm.” His words, and the full weight of his own actions shook Peter to his core. Tony was right, just as he had been earlier on the docks. This wasn’t the path he should be on. This wasn’t the way. With wide eyes, he turned back to Tony.

“I-I can’t,” Peter mumbled.

“You must! If you don’t stop this, we’ll all die!”

“You don’t understand,” he cried. “I can’t! I don’t know how!” Tony’s face fell as he took in Peter’s confession. He clapped the boy lightly on the shoulder and pulled him along back to where Quill barked out orders at the helm.

“Captain,” Tony called out. “Give the order to abandon ship.”

“Not a chance, Stark” Quill shot back. “The Guardian can handle a bit of chop. This ship is unsinkable!” The moment the words left his mouth a huge bolt of lightning struck the center of the deck. A fire crackled to life despite the pouring rain and the crew scrambled to put it out. Quill met Tony’s eyes again for a fraction of a second before yelling out more orders.

“Abandon ship! All hands to the lifeboats!” Wind and thunder railed as Quill turned to address Peter. “I need you on the first lifeboat, Your Highness.” Peter, who was slowly beginning to come back to his senses, simply shook his head.

“N-no,” he said, looking up. “Not until everyone is off safely.”

“Peter, we have to keep you safe,” Tony pleaded, taking the boy by both shoulders. He shook his head and grabbed Tony’s arm.

“No, Tony. These people are here because of me. They’re my responsibility.” His face grew stern, matching the resolve that had settled in his heart. “It’s what my uncle would have done.”

Tony balked slightly and slowly nodded. The two men rushed onto the deck and began helping the crew onto the boats. Quill stayed at the helm, watching as his crew lowered themselves, boat by boat, into the sea. The steely first mate, Gamora, and her sister Nebula held each boat steady as their crewmates piled on. They worked quickly, the flames edging closer to them with each passing second. As the last lifeboat was made ready, Quill ran down to where Tony and Peter remained on deck with the last of the crew: Gamora, Nebula, Rocket, and Groot.

“Looks like this is your ride, Your Highness,” Quill said, grabbing the ropes that held the boat in place. Peter started to climb inside when another huge crack of lightning struck the ship. A chunk of the rigging came loose from the mast and fell straight for Tony.

“Look out!” Peter screamed, diving for him. He knocked Tony out of the way, only to be knocked back himself by the debris. A large metal pulley swung from the broken wood and struck Peter on the head. The force of the blow sent him flying over the rail and into the water. The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was Tony screaming his name.

Y/N waited until nightfall before sneaking out of her room. She stopped to wake Steve and set out into the ocean, not really sure where she was going. Anger still surged through her from the fight with her father and she just wanted to get away. Steve followed behind her, swimming as fast as he could to keep up.

“Y/N would you wait?” he called. She screeched to a halt and rounded on him.

“I can’t believe you told him!” she shouted, fists balled up and shaking. She’d been holding back her anger at him, not wanting to wake the palace by screaming, but they were out in the open ocean now.

“He’s the king!” Steve cried, trying to defend himself. “I can’t lie to the king.”

“I lie to him all the time,” Y/N said, throwing her hands up.

“And that’s a good thing?”

Before Y/N could answer, a crackle of thunder sounded overhead. The pair looked up, surprised they could hear it from this far underwater. On the surface, they could see a human ship surrounded by a raging storm. It didn’t look like any storm Y/N had seen before. Rather than moving in a straight line across the sea, this storm seemed to wrap itself around the ship, trapping it in place.

“I’ve never seen anything like that before,” Steve said in awe.

“It must be magic,” she mumbled, gasping as lightning struck the ship. “We should do something.”

“Yet another terrible idea,” came Bucky’s voice as he swam up beside them.

“Are you following me now?” Y/N demanded, crossing her arms.

“Yes, I thought that was obvious,” Bucky said, sounding genuinely surprised. Y/N rolled her eyes and swam away from him, heading for the surface. The ship had begun to glow bright orange, and smaller boats were lowering themselves off of it. Bucky chased after her and grabbed her fin.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

“Going to help,” she explained. “People could be hurt.”

“So? They’re humans,” Bucky scoffed. “You can’t let them see you! They ventured out onto the sea on their own. Whatever happens to them is their own doing.” Y/N opened her mouth to retort but stopped when something hit her on the head. She rubbed the tender spot and grabbed the object that hit her. It was a small bottle, filled to the brim with swirling magic. It spun inside the bottle, mimicking the spinning of the storm above them, and flashed with lightning. She studied it for a moment and looked up at Bucky.

“This is mermaid magic,” she said, waving her hand over the mouth of the bottle, creating a seal that closed it tightly. As the bottle sealed Y/N looked up and watched as the storm overhead slowed and died. She smiled softly to herself and looked back at her friends.

“You’re getting really good at that,” Steve remarked.

“Thanks,” she replied, arching an eyebrow at Bucky. “Still think it’s their own doing?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter,” Bucky said, pointing his right claw toward the ship. “All the humans that are in the water are swimming. They’ll make it to their boats and be on their way home. We need to go before one of them sees you.”

“No, look!” Steve yelled, calling their attention back to the sinking ship above. One body was floating away from the others, clearly not moving to save itself. Y/N took off without a word, ignoring the cries of Bucky and Steve behind her. She raced toward the body, that she now realized was a man, and grabbed him by the waist. He slumped against her shoulder as she made for the surface, the cold night air stinging her skin as she broke through. She pulled the man with her, taking care to keep his head above the water.

The light from the moon combined with the glow from the burning ship allowed Y/N to take stock of the figure in her arms. He was young, not much older than her, with dark, wet curls that clung to his forehead next to a large gash that was dripping blood down his face. Y/N ran her hand over the wound and watched as it healed itself. A moment later, the man took a shaky breath. His eyes stayed closed, but his breathing kept up, steady and deep.

“Peter!” called a voice from the other side of the wreckage. “Peter, where are you?” Y/N looked from the sound of the voice back to the unconscious human she held.

“I’m guessing they’re looking for you,” she said softly. Bucky and Steve broke through the surface beside her, both of them with wide, bewildered eyes.

“Great plan,” Bucky mocked. “What are you going to do now? You can’t exactly swim up to the humans and drop him off.” Y/N sighed and looked around her. Bucky was right, even though she hated to admit it. If she took him over there the humans would see her and know what she was. She might not understand all her father’s rules, but she knew enough to understand he wouldn’t make them for no reason. Humans might not all be dangerous, but these ones were scared, and scared made people do rash things.

She looked up to the sky and shifted the weight of the man in her arms. After a moment to make sure of where she was, she turned to her right, toward the nearest shore. The sailors would make their way there, even if it wasn’t home. Shore meant safety for humans. Y/N took a deep breath and started to swim, being careful to keep Peter’s head above the water.

“Don’t worry, Peter,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m going to get you home.”

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[taeswurld]

Not so Baby Anymore

paring: peter parker x fem! stark! reader

summary: as a little kid, you always had a crush on peter parker. when he blips and you don’t, how does he react when he finds out baby stark is actually 16 now?

warnings: few curse words, endgame spoilers, few ffh spoilers, tony being overprotective, and peter being a cutie

authors note: y’all i literally came up this after a dream i had so enjoy im sorry it’s so shitty

peter parker. even as an 11 year old you were so in love with him. he would stop by the avenger’s compound almost everyday to help your dad out with some experiment and every time he would walk into the room your heart would beat at a million miles per hour.

“hey baby stark! how’s life?”

“better now that your here.”

peter knew of your crush on him. it was painfully obvious. however he refused to break your heart and never once said anything that would upset you. he actually found your flirting adorable, and would laugh whenever you said one of your cheesy pickup lines.

however when the blip happened, everything pretty much went downhill for baby stark and the rest of the world.

thanos managed to snap half of the universe into dust, peter parker being one of them. the stark family survived, however that wasn’t enough to fill the hole inside y/n’s heart where peter once was.

she grew up, nonetheless, into a beautiful and intelligent 16 year old.

frankly, she probably had one of the best glowups in history. she lost all her baby fat, grew taller, started wearing makeup (just enough so it wasn’t caked), and changed her hairstyle.

when her dad decided to bring everyone back, she didn’t hesitate to help out. her intelligence quickly coming to play and creating the quantum realm suits, as well as joining her father and steve into getting the mind stone.

when bruce banner managed to bring everyone back and the fight on the battlefield began, she wasted no time in fighting alongside her dad.

“did you manage to put more power into my reactors?”

“minor upgrade but i figured you needed it to defeat this son of a bitch.”

“don’t curse, or i’ll have cap give you a lecture once we’re done here”

“can’t wait.”

“baby stark?” a voice croaked.

she turned around to see peter parker, a boy she had a crush on 5 years ago and spent the first two years after he blipped mourning him. to be completely honest her little 11 year old crush never truly went away, but as soon as she caught a glimp at his face it all came crashing down again.

“peter?”

“you grew up.” he said still looking at her stunned.

peter parker thought he would never see the day when little y/n stark was grown up and the same age as him. she was beautiful, her face a bit different, but he could still know her from anywhere. her nose was the same, her eyes the same color, although they stone a bit brighter when she took a look a him, and even her smile was the same.

“yeah i did. i’m about as old as you now.”

“your ab-wow.”

“yeah.”

“you’re, um-” he blushed. “you’re really pretty.”

“thanks. you’re still really pretty too.” she smiled.

“HEY! no staring off into each other’s eyes dipshits. get your asses on the field and help us take down these stupid aliens!” Peter Quill yelled as he started to shoot down some of the army with his guns.

“and stay away from my daughter, kid! you’re still older than her! dusted away or not!” yelled Tony Stark.

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[lost-in-sokovia]

The Years That Passed and the Years Past (Part 2)

back by popular demand because i had WAY too many sad steve rogers fangirls on my page and we can’t let that happen😅... so here’s your part 2 where i’ll fix some dumb steve crap, and you can read part one here! so @heyiamthatbitch @lovely-geek @vesta-ro @yn-the-reader @ladythena @itzelreader , here you go! anyway, i hope you all enjoy!💙 (beginning dialogue is not my own, it is from the avengers: endgame script. thank you!)

Steve and Bucky hugged each other in front of the platform in the forest. The sun was still shining and it was a beautiful day.

Tony’s funeral was finished and it was now time for Steve to return the Infinity Stones where they belonged so time and history wouldn’t mess itself up.

Steve and Bucky broke their embrace and Bucky looked at his best friend with his sad blue eyes.

“Gonna miss you buddy,” he whispered.

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck,” Steve reassured his best friend. Bucky smiled softly, knowing that very soon things weren’t going to be the same.

He turned and began to walk into the platform where he would travel through time again. Bruce pushed buttons and flipped switches on the control panel as Steve mentally prepared himself.

Steve pushed the button and his time-traveling suit formed around his body as he gripped the briefcase containing the precious stones. The mjlonir was at his side and he stood still and solemn.

“How long is this gonna take?” Sam asked skeptically.

“For him as long as he needs, for us five seconds,” Bruce replied.

Steve turned around slowly and grabbed the mjolnir, looking through the trees over to Tony and Pepper’s house.

“You ready, Cap?” Bruce asked.

Steve sighed nervously and nodded as Bruce messed with more controls. He was about to reunite with the love of his life and he was scared?

This was all going to work out.

He had spent time and effort thinking about and making this decision.

It was what he wanted, and this was going to make him happy. A life with Peggy Carter, the love of his life.

Right?

The sun shined on him through the trees and he closed his eyes for a brief second.

“Alright, we’ll meet you back here okay?” Bruce replied as the machine started to rev up with a high-pitched whir.

Steve stood there for a minute before allowing the helmet to form over his head. Images of you and Luca flew through his head.

Luca was his son, his little mini-me and someone who loved and looked up to him.

Luca was your’s and Steve’s.

You.

Steve thought about how perfect your relationship used to be. How much joy you brought him. The way your (Y/E/C) eyes lit up when you met him, and how your smile gave him butterflies.

You and Steve had made this child who he just met, and was now going to abandon?

He wasn’t going to let that happen.

“You bet,” Steve said back with a new motive. The helmet formed over his head and with another whir and a zap of light, he was gone.

Bucky stood there in his warm jacket and watched the place where Steve once stood. He was gone now and it would be different when he returned.

Bucky thought about you and Luca. How was that little boy going to make it through life without his father who was ripped from him? Bucky knew you were strong and could take care of your boy by yourself, but it just wouldn’t be the same.

He sighed and looked up for a minute. Maybe he could fill in for Steve? Not like that of course, but he could help Luca through life? Bucky wanted to cry.

Bruce counted down from five, and suddenly Steve was back where he stood. Bucky’s eyes widened and he stepped back, shocked. Sam smiled and nodded with satisfaction because as far as he knew, this was supposed to happen.

Bruce began to happily shut everything off after the successful mission and Steve ran off the platform to Bucky.

“Steve?” Bucky gasped as he eyed his best friend with concern. “Weren’t you going to-?”

“Buck, I can’t do it,” Steve confessed. “(Y/N) and Luca are my life and family, what was I thinking?” He put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders.

Bucky stared with wide blue eyes into his best friend’s blue eyes filled with conflict.

Bucky nodded and Steve sighed before quickly turning around to look at Sam and Bruce.

“Great job, Cap,” Sam complimented. Bruce nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah Steve, that was great-“

“Look I have to go,” Steve said urgently, gesturing his head up to the direction of the Stark residence. Sam stared for a moment with squinted eyes, then shrugged.

“O-Okay, whatever you say man.” Sam replied casually. Steve glanced over to Bruce before taking off into the opposite direction.

As he ran through the trees he thought of the life he could have with you and his son. His son who he loved and needed to be with.

Maybe it wasn’t too late.

~•~•~•~

You buckled Luca into his car seat quietly. You had let him meet Morgan and you had discussed play dates with Pepper. You let him meet Clint’s family and his kids were delighted to meet him. Cassie Lang had even volunteered to ever be a possible babysitter if you needed one in a bind. Peter Quill had mesmerized your boy and Peter Parker made him laugh.

Despite all his new friends, Luca longed for his dad.

The sun shined through the windows of your car and warmed Luca. You watched a tear fall down his soft cheek as he looked down sadly. His blue eyes were watery and his face was beginning to flush.

You frowned and sighed; Luca wasn’t the only one who wanted Steve.

You kissed your boy’s head before walking around and climbing into the driver seat of the car. You ran a hand through your (Y/H/C) hair and closed your eyes for a moment.

What a whirlwind these past couple of weeks had been.

You started the car and began to drive away from the scene. You checked on Luca through the mirror and saw his sad little face that couldn’t help but choke you up. He wiped away tears with his small fingers and sniffed.

“It’s a bit of a drive home baby, you can go to sleep if you’d like,” you inquired softly. He continued to look down.

“I m-miss Daddy,” he whimpered. You felt your eyes water and turned on Luca’s playlist with lullabies and his favorite songs, not wanting your son to see you cry too.

“I do too Luca... Try to go to sleep,” you said caringly. He nodded and slumped down into his car seat, closing his eyes and inhaling shakily.

You still couldn’t believe what Steve had done, even after meeting his son. His son! You shook your head and focused on the road. Bucky would always be in contact, you thought. Bucky would do anything for you.

You let your mind race as you drove through the backroads towards home.

~•~•~•~

By the time Steve had gotten back to where everyone gathered, you were gone. He clenched his fists in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.

He looked around the area and was trying to piece together an idea of where you may be heading.

He knew he had to get back to the compound to try and figure out where you were currently living.

If Steve was going to dedicate his life to you it needed to start today; and he wanted to.

~•~•~•~

It was about a thirty-minute drive from the Stark’s to your house. By the time you pulled in front of your complex, you were exhausted.

You checked in the mirror to see your baby boy sleeping in his car seat, his blond tufts tussled about. You rubbed your (Y/E/C) eyes and sighed, unbuckling and getting out to grab your son.

The sun embraced your body as a cool breeze blew your hair back. You opened the car door and gently unbuckled Luca and picked him up.

Luca laid his head against your shoulder and gently grabbed a few strands of your hair, a comfort-habit he’d had since he was a baby.

You walked into the lobby of your complex and waved at the bell boy. You walked up to the elevator and pushed the button to your floor.

Once you were in your apartment, you took off Luca’s dirty clothes gently as he slept, leaving him only in his Mickey Mouse underwear. You tossed them aside and laid your boy on your bed and covered him.

You sat beside him a second as you stroked his soft blond hair, admiring how much he looked like Steve.

You kissed him and quietly slipped out, pulling the door slightly closed behind you.

You walked over to your couch and collapsed on it, falling asleep from exhaustion before you could even set any alarms to wake yourself up. You deserved this though.

You deserved a break.

~•~•~•~

After frantically speeding back to the compound, Steve began to open all of your data and record files.

Full name, birthdate, hometown, parents, occupation... Nothing on current whereabouts.

Not even with all the advanced tech that Tony left behind could he begin to piece together where you might be.

He would’ve asked Nat for help, but she wouldn’t be there to do that anymore...

Steve searched his brain for any trace of where you could be. The past couple days had be so chaotic he couldn’t remember where the team picked you up to recruit you again.

How the hell could he forget something as important as that?

He paced back and forth, holding his hands tightly behind his back and growing angry with himself. He then stopped abruptly with wide blue eyes.

He remembered the day he had helped move you out of your old apartment and officially into Avengers Tower. The day he was just trying to help the new recruit.

Though that was long ago, it was the only shot he had.

Grabbing his keys he made his way to his car, getting ready to go drive just outside the heart of New York and to the nice little complex where you may or may not have been located.

Whatever it took, he was going to find you.

~•~•~•~

You were able to sleep for about a good hour and a half before you were woken by giggles and extra weight on top of you.

You smiled and opened your eyes to meet Luca’s bright blue ones right in front of you. Happiness danced in them as he laughed again and wrapped his arms around your neck.

You hugged him tightly and tickled his belly which made him squeal. You pushed back your tangled (Y/H/C) hair and stretched out your legs.

“Did you have a good nap, Luca?” You asked nicely as he nodded. He jumped off of you and presented to you that he redressed himself...

In his blue Captain America shirt with bright orange shorts (that you were pretty sure were backwards) and just one neon green sock.

“Mommy I dressed myself!” He exclaimed proudly, doing a little turn to show you. You smiled while stifling laughter, not wanting to hurt his feelings; he made a decent effort.

“You did! Look at you!” You replied and stood up and picked him up. You twirled him around and kissed him all over his face. He laughed and you patted his back as you set him back down.

“Mommy is still in her clothes from earlier, maybe she should get changed then we can eat.” You winked. Your boy jumped up and down enthusiastically.

“Let me help you get clothes mommy!” Luca grabbed your hand and started to lead you to your room.

“O-Oh, okay...”

~•~•~•~

Steve pulled up to the building you apparently lived in. It was a nice little complex, small, but you definitely needed a steady income to afford it.

He climbed out and walked in, his nerves starting to get to him.

The bell boy smiled at him nicely as Steve walked up to him.

“H-Hi, does (Y/N) (Y/L/N) live here? I’m an old colleague,” Steve explained quietly. The boy stared for a moment then smiled.

“You’re Captain America...” He said. Steve nodded and the boy grabbed Steve’s hand to shake it.

“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done, m-my family wouldn’t be back today if it wasn’t for you,” he said in gratitude. Steve nodded as the boy rustled around and grabbed a key.

“She lives in 14B,” the bell boy said. Steve sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair.

“Thank you,” Steve said breathlessly and ran up the stairs to get to your floor.

He stood at your door for a moment and inhaled. He could vaguely make out your voice and his son’s squeals and excited voice.

He inserted the key into your door.

After Luca had helped you change into a very stylish outfit of your red Avengers logo shirt with your bright pink sweatpants, the two of you scrolled on your phone for a place to order takeout from.

When the two of you heard your doorknob jiggle you looked up and Luca held onto to you tightly.

And before you could do anything else Steve Rogers stood in your apartment with a relieved expression.

His blond hair was no longer neat and his blue eyes pierced into your (Y/E/C) ones.

“Daddy!” Luca screamed and ran across the room to hug him. Steve knelt down and embraced his son tightly.

You stood up with an open mouth and tears in your eyes. Steve squeezed his son one last time before standing up and looking at you as a tear fell from his eyes.

Luca stood to the side of Steve but his smile didn’t falter. You ran up to Steve and kissed him passionately, him wrapping his arms around your waist and you putting your hands on his cheeks.

He picked you up with lips still connected, then set you down and slowly pulled away to admire your gorgeous face.

Your gaze never broke away from him as though you were afraid that if you blinked he would leave once again. He swiped a tear from your eyes and gently grabbed one of your hands to kiss it.

You hugged him again and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I-I thought I lost you,” you whispered shakily.

He was never going again. Feeling your touch again and seeing your beautiful face, the way you gave him butterflies and a reason to keep going on in life. He couldn’t ask for more.

“I’m not going anywhere, (Y/N),” Steve reassured softly. He rubbed your back and gently tugged you away so he could kiss you again.

“I love you,” He said softly with a smile and those dazzling blue eyes. You hugged again, and Steve felt a small tug on his pants.

He looked down and saw his baby boy Luca still smiling up at him, reaching up in a gesture to be picked up.

Steve chuckled and reached down to hoist up his mini-me. Steve kissed Luca’s soft cheek and smiled at him.

“Daddy are you going to stay?” Luca asked. Steve glanced at you with a smile and looked back at the bubbly boy in his arms.

“Yes Luca, and I promise to be here for the rest of your life.”

“Infinity and always?” Luca asked. Steve tussled his son’s blond hair as he giggled.

“Infinity and always,” Steve replied.

Steve set Luca down as Luca ran over to the couch to begin a grand tour of your not-so-grand apartment.

Steve held your hand as the two of you followed Luca.

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “Not to start off our new life like this... But who dressed you?”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Welcome to parenthood, Captain America.”

WELL I THINK THAT WAS CUTE?? like did i live up to your expectations? did i fix everything? also can “infinity and always” be the new “i love you 3000” for luca? anyways, i hope you enjoy that lil bean luca and you’re always welcome to throw him in your requests anytime! thanks always for reading!💙

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Only Happy Accidents (11)

YN is determined, on God, to let Steve have his day and not make it about herself for once.

Warnings: YN is dumb and in early labour, little smutty moment, Nat Knows Everything. y'all have had a fluffy lil series, but I'm about to angst it up and im not sorry

Only Happy Accidents (master list)

Songs: High As Hope Album— Florence and the Machine 

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July 3rd, Steve’s Birthday Party, Three Weeks and Three Days until due date, 9:15 AM

“You know. This view is something else.” YN piped up from the balcony of Steve’s old room at the tower. The room was massive and clean. The balcony was YN’s favourite besides the king bed, as it overlooked the treelike and training grounds that YN could watch the new recruits do morning laps or stretch out in the sun. “It’s nice to get out of the city for once.”

He hummed and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso and swaying with her, hands on her swollen belly. She was wearing the prettiest little number he’d seen her wear since her wedding dress, and god, he’d married the most beautiful woman in the world. All of the worlds, probably. It was a simple white sundress that plunged between her boobs and stopped at the top of her stomach. A thin white piece of fabric cinched at the waist allowed for the dress to flare over her stomach and ass, and Steve really, really didn’t want to leave this room.

It was odd being back here— a stranger to his past life. The too clean surfaces of the room and bare walls which had never been cluttered with pictures haunted him and reminded of a person who he didn’t like. He liked the person he was now, though. Kind, sentimental, husband, almost-baby-daddy. 

It was odd being here, but Dr. Cho and Natasha insisted— they both wanted YN to be close to the delivery room and medical office in case something happened, and Steve, for once, encouraged Natasha’s overprotectiveness. 

“Have I told you I love you today, Wife?” He mumbled, lips teasing the bare skin of her neck. Her hair was tied into a bandana and off of her neck, and he loved the access it gave him. Maybe his favourite part of her was, in fact, the back of her neck. 

“A few times, but I could be reminded, Husband.” YN snorted, liking the way the word tasted on her tongue and how Steve held her closer when she said it. He felt her stomach move under his hands and a thrill like no other filled him from his toes to his nose. 

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder. “I love you,” kissing her neck. “I love you,” kissing her jaw and cheek and finally, turning her head to face him, kissed her lips ad smiled. “I love you.” 

YN smiled and kissed him back, stepping away quickly and backing away from him and into the bathroom. “I know.”

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12:07 PM

Natasha prided herself on being observant. She knew Bucky was hiding something from her— not normal for him, but she trusted him enough to know that he would tell her when he was ready. She knew that Sam had been the one eating her snacks she specifically labelled. She knew Cho was seeing someone inside the compound. She knew things, and it was her favourite quality. 

So when YN walked in with Steve’s hand wrapped in her own, Natasha knew today was the day. 

It had taken a few strategic words on her part to get Steve to leave his wife’s side, but when he finally succumbed and moped off to find Sam and Bucky, Natasha followed YN to the snack table set up for the guests about to arrive for Steve’s birthday party and waited. 

“YN.” She said, and YN shook her head, shoving three finger sandwiches in her mouth and gathering a handful of cherry tomatoes. 

“YN.” She tried again and YN swallowed her food, eating a lemon square, and upon debating it, ate another. She looked at Natasha who was staring her down and YN raised on finger. ‘wait’. 

So, Natasha waited, eyeing YN’s stomach nervously. It was lower today than any other day she’d seen it— YN had always carried the baby high, but today it looked to be a completely different bump. Steve was sure to be aware, but since the due date wasn’t for another three weeks probably convinced himself that it was the dress YN was wearing that made her appear different. Steve was never someone who made assumptions about things this big. 

YN finished the cherry tomatoes in her hand and gulped down some punch, ate the slice of fruit she’d picked up and turned to Natasha. 

“I’m not allowed to eat in the delivery room, and I’ve been having light contractions since 8 AM this morning.” YN said simply and Natasha’s jaw dropped. Her hands immediately fell to YN’s stomach and somehow the skin and muscle even felt different. 

“You’ve been having contractions?” And upon YN shushing her loudly, dropped her voice. “And Steve doesn’t know?”

“I told him that she’s sitting on my bladder and I’ve been going to the bathroom and leaving the room often so I can carry out the worst ones.” YN said, looking at her husband who was laughing loudly with his friends. God, his world was about to be shifted upside down. 

“How far apart are they?” Natasha asked, and YN looked at her phone, nodding. One minute to go.

“I’m about to have another one in a minute if they’re regular, but right now they’re all at eighteen minutes give or take.” YN said, grabbing Nat’s hand and pulling her from the room. She walked quickly down a few turns and leaned against the wall, rocking from side to side and looking as if she was concentrating very hard on a spot on the other wall. 

“What can I do?” Nat said hurriedly. 

“Keep watch. I’m not letting this ruin Steve’s birthday party.” YN snarled through her teeth. They weren’t bad— just really bad period cramps, but they still sucked.

“YN. You are in early labour, we need to tell him.” Natasha hissed and YN straightened up, leaning the back of her head against the wall and catching her breath. 

“No. These past few months have been about me, and I just want Steve to be the centre of attention for once. He deserves it. Plus, I only started having contractions at eight this morning, audit’s noon now— I still have a minimum of four hours before real labour starts.” YN tried to reason and Natasha shook her head. 

“Can we at least go see doctor Cho?” Nat pleaded and YN, after searching her expression for any way out, nodded. 

“Fine.”

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1:00 PM

“So, you are in early labour, but you’re only about two centimetres dilated, but I’m not going to keep you here since you’re not in active labour.” Cho beamed, having grown attached to both Steve and YN throughout this process. She’d been a huge part of this journey, and felt as if she and YN had become some odd form of friends. 

“Told you.” YN joked at Nat as she helped the pregnant lady out of the stirrups and onto her feet. YN slipped on her slipper-flats and bowed her head as a smaller contraction made her belly tense. 

“Hey, I’m this kids aunt, so I’m going to make sure they’re safe.” Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled, nodding towards Cho who looked thoughtful. 

“What do you think the baby is going to be?” Cho wondered. “I have my guesses but It’s not my place to say.”

Natasha looked at YN, then, and down to her belly. A small, pale hand rested on the swell and Natahsa cocked her head. 

“Healthy, I hope.”

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3:16 PM

The party was swinging, by now. The music filled the common room as Avengers from around the world and galaxy filled the room to celebrate Steve Rogers. YN smiled politely as Carol Danvers looked fondly down at you, shaking your hand. 

“He’s a lucky guy, that Steve Rogers.” Her voice was low and silky and if it was Halloween again, maybe, just maybe, YN would have flirted back. 

“I think I’m the lucky one, honestly.” YN blushed and Carol smiled brightly. The conversation was that of small talk and not much else, but YN did feel as if she was the only person that mattered when Carol spoke— a quality of Carols that YN quite admired. Eventually, Carol was beckoned by Nick Fury, who had chosen a casual pair of sunglasses over his usual eye patch. 

YN could feel pairs of eyes on her the whole time she wandered around the room, and found that Wanda Maximoff, Pepper Potts, as well as Natasha and Carol all seemed to be in the know about what was happening. Wanda, likely because she was in YN’s mind, Pepper, because she’d gone through the same thing (and been just as stubborn), and Carol, because maybe, just maybe, YN was being less subtle than she thought. 

The contractions had since lost their regularity— coming at intervals from anywhere between five minutes and half an hour. It was disheartening, frankly, but seeing the was Steve seemed to be glowing was bearable. YN was leaning against the counter, just watching him from across the room and nursing another finger sandwich and water when he looked over. Peter Quill and Thor were both chatting with Steve, but when Steve caught her eyes, he excused himself politely and wandered over to her. He walked up slowly, and leaned against her lightly, kissing her soundly and making her toes curl. 

“You’re pretty.” He murmured, dopey smile on his face. YN snorted, and cupped his cheeks gently, kissing him again and brushing the tip of her nose against his. 

“You excited?” YN asked nervously, and Steve grinned widely cupping the sides of her belly. 

“I just want to meet him now—“

“Her.”

“It’s going to be a boy I know it.”

“I’m sure she wants to meet you just as bad.” YN smiled, and as she felt another cramp tighten in her stomach, kissed the breath out of Steve Rogers to distract herself. 

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7:07PM

The dinner plates had been cleared, and the party had settled into the couches— only a few remained. Those with children or living off-planet needed to go, so now, only a small group remained. YN ignored the stares of Wanda, Pepper and Natasha as she curled up into Steve’s side, rubbing her belly every time a contraction made itself known. She glanced at her phone again and noted the time— they were getting more regular now— an easy 16 minutes and they were also at a consistent pain level which was manageable but still uncomfortable. 

“You okay?” Steve whispered into YN’s temple and she nodded, settling against him as the contraction subsided. He kissed the crown of her head and rubbed her shoulder which was hidden under her brown leather jacket. 

“I’m wonderful.” YN returned and she wrapped her arm around his middle, throwing her legs over his thigh and sighing. 

“You waiting for something?” Steve asked, looking down at her phone, and she played it off, shrugging. 

“You caught me, I have a mistress. She’s getting a private jet and we’re running away together.” YN grinned and Steve made a sound in the back of his throat— somewhere between a guffaw and a snort. “She’s really into pregnant women too.”

“Too bad I’m not, huh?” Steve crooned and she ignored the way her stomach turned at his tone. 

“Too bad, indeed.” YN agreed and suddenly, Steve stood, holding a hand out for YN to take and tired back to the group when she stood, blushing furiously. “We’re going to head to bed, it’s been swell.” Steve smiled and the small group of people booed. 

“Come on, man the night is still young.” Sam protested, offering Steve another beer as an offering. Steve waved him off and wrapped an arm around his wife shoulder, carting them off towards the door. 

“That’s why we’re going!” 

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7:15PM

Steve wasted little time in pressing YN against the door of his bedroom, hands skirting under her dress and tracing up the sides of her thighs. His touch was hot on her, goosebumps erupting over her skin in distinct trails. His lips were seared to her in an intense kiss, and he bent down and scooped her into his arms bridal style, making her squeal and clutch him desperately. 

“Steve! What’re you—!” YN tried, laughing as he tried to sexily take off his shirt but failing and looking like a damn dork. 

“I’m about to ravish my wife, and make sure she doesn’t run away with her pregnant-woman-loving mistress.” He joked, crawling over YN and kissing her neck, making her sigh and scratch his scalp. She spread her legs easily for him, and he fit between them like a puzzle piece. 

“Love this dress, couldn’t keep my eyes off of you the whole night.” He mumbled, moving her thin strap down her arm and following its path with kisses. “It’s look better on the floor though.”

And so he urged her to sit up, kissing her forehead gently before lifting the dress over her head and making his breath stop in his throat— god, she was beautiful. She was braless— the dress made no room for one, and her tits were swollen and soft and waiting for him to get his mouth on them and give them the attention they deserved. His lips were gentle on her— her skin had been wonderfully sensitive these past few days, and it never took much time for her to become putty in his hands. 

“Steve.” YN said, and he grunted against her, the taste of her warm in his mouth. She wanted to continue this, really she did, but someone else int eh room had another idea. 

“Say my name again, Sweetheart. Love hearin’ you say it.” He replied, pressing her onto her back and letting his hands drift lightly across her belly and to the apex of her thighs where he cupped her sex, and moaned. “Wet for me, huh?”

“Steve, wait.” YN said and Steve was in his right mind enough to pull back a little, looking into her eyes. 

“You okay, babe? Did I do something?” He asked, worry making his tone thick. YN shook her head and smiled, brow furrowing a little and looking at the side table where she saw her phone. 

“Check my phone please, and tell me the time.” She said, and his heart dropped to his stomach— was there really someone else?

“7:37.” He replied and she nodded, grabbing a pillow and rolling onto her hands and knees. She buried her face in the pillow and let out a low moan, somewhere from deep in her body that Steve didn’t realize she could even make. She rocked back and forth into the pillow, and Steve watched helplessly as he watched his wife’s body tighten and tighten until he thought it would break. 

“YN? What— What’s going on?” He begged and her hand shot out, gripping his forearm hard enough for him to be concerned— it didn’t hurt, but usually she was always so gentle with him, even when she was frustrated. “You’re scaring me.”

Eventually, she let her breath go and she melted into the bed, pulling her red face from the pillow and resting on her cheek, looking up at him. 

“I didn’t tell you ‘cause I wanted you to have one day where you were the centre of attention, but I’ve been in early labour since 8 in the morning and that was a damn strong contraction.”

And Steve, a man who had seen death over the period of a century, a man who has killed and run from the government on more than one occasion. Steve, a man who has saved the world countless times over and a man who was the bravest she’d ever met let his eyes roll into his skull and fall off the bed in the most dramatic faint YN Rogers had ever seen.

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Peter Quill x Reader

Enemies to lovers (sort of)

Breakfast

(Spoiler if reading this next sentence! Takes place after GOTG and before GOTG3. Gamora is with the Ravagers and is no longer with Peter in any way. Also meaning that as confirmed by James Gunn, we the reader can understand what Groot says because we’ve been with him so long 🥹)

Description: Quill and Yn hardly ever get along and it’s gotten on everyone’s nerves. Nebula comes up with a solution to the problem by making them spend time together in hopes of working out the differences.

Wc ♡ 3.5k

Masterlist ♡

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Rays of sunlight burst through the wide front windows of the Milano as the team sat around the table waiting for Groot to finish the breakfast. We all took a straw from a hat daily to see who had the duty, though when any one of us pulled the straw and saw it said groot, we’d discretely pretended it said someone else’s name. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him to be a good cook, it was just that he can get a little… distracted.

“What day is it today?” The tree pondered, looking over to Mantis awaiting an answer all the while completely unaware that a twig from his arm has now caught fire from the stove.

I was quick to catch this and jumped from my spot to put it out, though as I ran to help him I came crashing into a tall, decently sweaty Peter. “Common Quill!” I hissed before turning back to Groot only to be halted by his annoying voice.

“Oh like that was my fault,” he complained throwing his hands in the air and looking to the team for reassurance yet getting none as they tended to zone Peter and I’s arguments out.

“Maybe if you payed any attention to anything you ever do!” I snapped turning back to face him feeling a rise of irritation come over me causing me to completely forget why I’d even got up in the first place. “Also, you’re disgusting. We have showers for a reason, you literally soaked my arm in your nasty sweat,” I made a disturbed expression whilst wiping the warm wet liquid onto my pants.

He scoffed with an eye roll while taking a glance at the ceiling. “Im sorry if I get a little sweaty when I work out, it’s natural, and I was going to take a shower, not that it’s any of your business; after we ate breakfast.”

“How convenient, so we can all join together and eat while inhaling your B.O.”

“Oh would you two please just shut up! I’m sick of all the incessant bickering you make me want to rip my ears off,” Nebula intruded from beside Groot. She and Rocket had been busy helping Groot put out the small flame that Peter and I had long forgotten about. “You’ve been irritating because Gamora’s gone, and you’ve been a living-breathing brat ever since you failed the last mission,” she called out our behavior almost in a motherly way. She’s been weirdly diplomatic when dealing with us instead of just telling us to go yell at each other somewhere else.

With a huff I went back to my seat and sank in the chair feeling a tinge of embarrassment overwhelm me at the memory of that last mission. I had never failed before, and this time put everyone at danger because I couldn’t control my emotions and attacked a guard too soon. I got a lecture about it from pretty much everyone except Mantis and Groot. That experience definitely hurt my pride quite a lot, so sometimes I might have a little extra sass to try and build it back up. “At least mines a real reason to be acting like a jerk,” Peter mumbled while sitting down in the seat farthest from me.

I snickered to myself at his comment. Sometimes he can be a real idiot. “You realize you called yourself a jerk too right? Nice one Einstein.” I clapped back not willing to let him win this argument, or really any in the future. Peter Quill just always has to be the leader, the cool guy, always right. Not when it comes to me.

“That’s it!” Nebula shouted in pure aggravation. She stomped over to the both of us and grabbed one of our arms with a decent strength considering she’s part bot. “You two are on breakfast duty, and if I hear you argue once while doing it then you’re both gonna be stuck cleaning the engine for two months,” she snapped, shoving us both toward the fridge. We often all had chores to do but we made it fun by having a spin wheel to see who has to do what. Cleaning the engine was always the worst one, but what made it easier was knowing you only had to do it once and then you could spin the wheel next chore week.

“Who said you were in charge? I think you’re forgetting this is MY ship,” Peter defended while crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” I added confidently. Who the heck is Nebula to tell us what to do.

“Nah I agree with that. You two are the most annoying a-holes I’ve ever had to share a space with. Mantis and Drax don’t even argue as much as you do,” Rocket chimed in matter of factly.

“It is true! I would much rather sit and listen to Mantis’s pathetic stories than hear you two fight anymore,” Drax said as he stood tall and serious.

Mantis glanced over to him with a bubbly smile. “Awhh thank you!”

“You are welcome idiot,” Drax replied with a pleasant smile. In his mind he was being respectful, and Mantis didn’t know any better.

Nebula turned her head back to us with an expression as of saying ‘that’s what I thought’. “So it’s settled. You two are gonna work this stupid stuff out, and if we hear so much as a bad tone, then you get stuck with Engine duty,”

We’d both surfaced a similar response between grumbles and eye rolls, yet had no choice but to accept our fate. Majority rules is how this ship functions, which was a feature I loved when it was in regard to someone else. Soon the rest of the group piled out, rocket on his way out mumbled on about how we’d better be quick. I gave a short glance to Peter which was a mistake as he’d so very annoyingly been standing there sifting through songs his Walkman and earbuds. Of course he’d tune me out, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just stood here the whole time too.

I started gathering some of ingredients and pans we’d need, already feeling angry at the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to move to help me. This was a clear indicator that my assumption of his laziness was likely going to be right. I semi aggressively dropped down the container of bacon onto the counter letting my current mood take the control of my motion. I grabbed the unused pan and placed it down and began putting strips of bacon on it. “You’re doing that wrong,” Peter softly mentioned. He seemed tired, I wasn’t sure if it was tired of the arguing or just in general but the tone definitely helped ease my anger a little bit.

With a huff I turned to look over at him and was surprised to find him standing so close, hovering just inches from my frame looking down at the pan, then making eye contact with me. His expression was blank, and calm which confused me. “I’m putting the strips out, how else am I supposed to do it?” I felt my brow still furrowed down in the looming frustration I felt before. We always fight, and one of us always takes it too far, those are times that make it hard to ever not be annoyed at the man’s presence.

He took an earbud out and let it hang by the cord before stepping closer until his body was pressed against my side. I stayed long enough to feel his warmth until I realize the normal thing to do would be to step out of his way, so that I did. Part of me wished he’d do it again, that he’d give me an excuse to accept his embrace. If I hate him so much why did that little ounce of intimacy feel so nice? A confusing mix of emotions. “You don’t put them all at once only do half so they cook more evenly,” he explained whilst taking off some of the already placed bacon. “Also put them folded like this so that- F*CK! AGH!” He’d instantly jumped back from the grizzling pan holding his hand in pain. “Stupid grease, ow!” He complained to the pan as if it were alive which made me laugh quite a lot. The whole scene was funny really.

I hadn’t noticed that through my laughing he’d been looking at me smiling ever so slightly, until I caught him, in which he looked back at the pan. “Are you alright there captain?” I amusingly teased his super strong title, while instinctively placing a caring hand on his shoulder with a soft rub. The moment I placed it I felt the mortified realization of my actions and ripped my hand back off. Too embarrassed to comment on it I’d redirected my focus to making eggs in the other pan hoping he wouldn’t mention it.

I cooked in silence for a little while until I felt as if I was being watched. Hesitantly I turned my gaze to Peter and surely enough was met with him staring right back at me. He looked to be deep in thought until I caught him when his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Oh no no no, are you kidding me? You’re tellin’ me you can’t even cook eggs either? What can you do?” He provoked in amusement making me roll my eyes.

I waved my hands in the air in defeat. “Fine! You do it yourself then.” I stepped aside from the counter and began to walk away until I felt a warm hand take a light grip on my forearm and pull me backward. I stumbled back to my position in front of the pan where Peter was beside me holding my arm.

“Relax,” he soothed while slowly inching closer, it almost seemed like he was hoping his movements were slow enough for me not to notice. “You’re not gonna get any better with that attitude,” he continued, his hands slowly brushing my hips while I was too distracted listening to what he was saying. He moved cautiously almost trying to catch me in the distraction. “So much attitude all the time,”

I scoffed at his comment. “Attitude? I don’t have attitude, you’re the one who’s always moping around making little comments at everything.” his fingers now wrapped around my waist as he stood behind me, his breath tickling my shoulder.

“Let me show you,” he furthered, completely ignoring what I’d said and going on with his own point.

I’d attempted at pushing his hands off me. “No, I don’t need your help Peter,”

He stood there his grip strong as he looked down at me with a little ‘huh’. After the death glare I’d given he kindly explained the cause of the sound. “You called me Peter,” he pointed out with a grin.

I felt taken off guard at that comment and honestly a little flustered. I always made it a point to call him by his last name, I felt that first names were for people I respected. Why did that slip so easily? “I was just distracted…” I trailed avoiding his gaze and looking back to the pan. “Are we gonna cook the eggs or not?” I redirected the conversation away from the tension as I didn’t know how to react. My heart fluttered at his proximity but my mind reminds me of our dynamic. We’ve never got along let alone been close in this way.

He took my cue to move on and eagerly grabbed the spatula, handed it to me then paused and hesitantly slipped his hand on the back of my own. His other hand rested on my waist still as he guided the cooking. “It’s all about the wrist” he spoke softly.

I let out a breathe as I stood stiffly. I wasn’t sure what to do with this but I didn’t hate it. In fact it was quite the opposite. “This isn’t going to help you get over Gamora,” I bluntly stated without really thinking about it. I didn’t intend on being rude and my tone pushed that. Truth is that must’ve been an insecurity festered up. He’s a flirt and I can’t be his distraction.

He was silent for a moment but his position didn’t budge. “Why are you always so quick to push me away?” He quietly asked sincerely. He seemed hurt which was the last thing I expected from him. Was I reading our dynamic wrong? I couldn’t have been I mean we fight constantly.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted. “Be real with me, just this one time,” he took the spatula from my hand and placed it on the table before grabbing the hand back again and bringing it to my waist to hold there. “What can I do to fix you and me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that whatsoever because I didn’t know what that meant. You and me. As in no more arguing? As in becoming friends? As in something more? It doesn’t help that Peter is known for his flirting. “I-“ I sighed. “What do you mean?” I felt myself submitting to his touch as my body relaxed against his.

“Last weekend, we’re sitting on the couch. My arm was up around the top of it and if I moved it down just a little bit it would’ve literally been around your shoulder. Everything’s fine we’re all watching a movie, and I make a bad joke about your favorite character because I think it’s cute when you’re mad and you storm off cursing at me.” I couldn’t see the point he was pushing for but found myself blushing at the compliment. “Can’t you tell I do those things to get close to you? We don’t talk what so ever and the most I get from you is if I pull it out of you by making a dumb comment,” he explained his head now stooped closer to my shoulder, resting slightly against the side of my face and neck. “I know I can be childish, or a jerk but I don’t know what else to do when all I want to do is talk to you,”

“Oh really?” I perked up a little bit ready to make my point taking a step away from Peter. “What about the time we were here drinking and you made a comment about how I was ‘acting different to impress people’? How romantic,” I poked feeling his logic start to crumble.

He let out a huff. “You’re not remembering that the way I am and yeah I shouldn’t have said that but you spent the entire night all over that xandarian guy,” he expressed stepping forward to grab my hand and pull me back in. “You know how much I wanted to punch that dude straight in the jaw every time he touched you? Why should he get to kiss you?” He seemed to be getting offended just remembering the night, and honestly a little heated.

“Peter,” I softly tried to intercept.

“No, I’ve been here this entire time. For years it’s been me here with you, we go on missions, we’ve explored new planets, had ups and downs, and I have to sit there and watch some guy kiss you? Some guy who just came along that same day, put no effort into his relationship with you and got you,” he rambled on with pain in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him show that much emotion over someone since gamora. “It’s not fair,”

I felt horrible for not seeing this sooner. I couldn’t help but rethink everything but at the same time he definitely went about this in the wrong way to get my attention. He got it alright but it was never good. To me he was just constantly nitpicking me and all the things I liked and it drove me crazy. I guess that’s the fault in miscommunication. A lot of the stuff was pretty dumb to get genuinely mad at, often he’d just tease my favorite movies or comment on my fighting skills. Nonetheless in this moment I felt truly sad for him. “I didn’t know…” he was focused very intently on every word I said and I could just tell the anticipation anxiety was eating him up. In reality this was a confession of his feelings. “If I would’ve known…” I trialed off not wanting to press further as I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.

“If you would’ve known then what?” He softly nudged me to continue. He took our interlocked hands and held it on his chest.

“I don’t know, things would’ve been different. I didn’t know that’s how you felt I just thought you hated me honestly,” I admitted awkwardly.

He exhaled with a frown. “I could never hate you, and that mission…“ he got softer watching my expression because he knew this topic was sore for me. “It didn’t matter to me that we failed, all I could think about was how I could’ve lost you,” he admitted keeping eye contact as he spoke. “I can’t lose anyone else, and I just miss what we used to be like.”

This confused me as what he’s referencing is our friendship back when he was with Gamora. Is he trying to say he wants to be friends or is he being romantic? He’s so hard to read sometimes, but his actions are telling me romance. Clearly he could see the confusion etched on my face because he clarified all my questions without ever having to hear them. “You know, how close we were. Cracking jokes, playing pranks on the rest of them,” he explained. “I want that. But… something a little different…” he seemed a little more awkward now like he didn’t know how to word what he felt.

“How different?” I asked feeling my heart pick up just a little bit. Perhaps MAYBE the reason I got so mad at everything Peter did was because MAYBE I valued his opinion, because MAYBE I was sort of always secretly into him.

He perked up at the question surprised I hadn’t shot it down right then and there. “Well,” he started while taking my hand and giving me a dramatic twirl. The guy is smooth. “Maybe a little romance, I’m thinking Jim and Pam,” he referenced my favorite Earth show as I’ve forced him to watch it after our trip there.

A mischievous smile found my lips at that. “Ohhhh, so someone was lying about not liking the show?” I teased in a ‘I told you so’ kinda way.

He chuckled at my call out. “I told ya Y/N, I just love to mess with you.”

“Hmm, fine but you have to watch rom coms with me,” I laid out my terms matter of factly.

His eyes widened. “Fine? Fine what? Fine to the romance?” He double checked as I hadn’t made myself all that clear.

“I GUESS,” I dramatically excepted in a fake disinterested tone.

“Well then Mrs. Y/N” he pulled me into him yet again wrapping his arms around my torso, though this time I let my hands rest on his chest. “I’m gonna romance the shit outta you,” he grinned that same cocky little grin that used to make me wanna smack him.

I rolled my eyes at his over confidence but was thrown off at him leaning in closer to me. I couldn’t find anything sassy or witty to remark because now all my focus was on the fact that Peter Quill’s lips were so close to mine. The lips of always secretly wanted to kiss. I let out a breath feeling the tension before he’d made the move to fully go in. He kissed me softly, and slowly. His hand cupped my cheek and when he pulled away he gave a real genuine smile.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” rocket yelled out from the doorway next to a very shocked Nebula.

“I give them a week tops,” she jokingly murmured but I could tell she was genuinely happy for us.

Rocket groaned from his place clearly fed up with the fact that he’d suffered through our bickering just for us to end up into each other. “If I’d known all you two jackasses needed to do was bang it out- WHY ARE THE EGGS BLACK?” He ran over to the stove to turn off the switch as if that would save the already far gone breakfast. “that’s TWO breakfasts down the drain, that’s it! I’m done! We’re getting fast food from knowhere,” he flailed his hands in the air and walked out of the room in defeat making the rest of us chuckle.

“I’m glad you two figured it out finally,” Nebula gave a small smile. “Really thought you were blind,” she dryly joked.

Peter and I looked at each other in confusion for a moment before smiling and accepting the fact that apparently we’d been obvious about our unknown feelings. With that she left the room to follow Rocket to the controls of the ship to fly us all to knowhere. This left Peter and I alone once more, he stared down at me in amusement. “I knew you were into me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the millionth time, slipped my fingers into his and dragged him out to the main area of the ship preparing for the rest of the teams reactions.

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My first Peter Quill fan fic! Sorta rushed so I apologize for any errors! Let me know if I should make more!

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Subscribe - Final Part

Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 3790

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

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Peter stepped into Walkman Records feeling good. His head was clear instead of in the throbbing cloudiness it was the previous day. It felt like it was going to be a good day. Sure, it was almost noon, and he had to be at Mer’s parent-teacher conferences in an hour, but he was ready for it. 

“Good afternoon, Peter. You’re looking sober today,” Mants grinned as Peter collected his mail from his cubby. 

“Ahh yeah,” he nodded at her with a half smirk. Mantis was someone who wasn't afraid to state the obvious, and it's one of the reasons he hired her. He made his way to his office to find Bucky lifting Nat in the air, smiling up at her. “Oh joy, it must be nice being in a healthy relationship. Thanks for rubbing it in.”

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” Bucky asked, gazing at Nat. She nodded at him to continue with a contagious smile on her face. "We're pregnant.”

“Wow, that's ahhh...I don't...congratulations you two,” Peter stated with wide eyes and a half smile. “Didn’t even know you two were trying? I’m happy for you both.”

“Then, why don’t you look happy for us?”

“It’s just you two are moving on with your life, and I'm kind of stuck here.” Peter shrugged, motioning around the room. 

“Come on, man.” Bucky squeezed his shoulder. “We wouldn’t leave you behind…you were our first child.”

“I appreciate it,” Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I am really happy for you two though. It will be nice to have another mascot running around here and wreaking havoc.” 

“Peter, I--” Nat stammered “--I went to see YN yesterday.”

“What? Why?” He dropped the mail on his desk, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Someone needed to tell her about Bereet, and given your track record, you would've waited another seven years,” Nat confessed, forcing Peter to scoff. 

“Why would you do that? I was gonna talk to her, and now you ruined it.”

“Before or after she moved to New York.”

“What...what are you talking about?”

“YN got a promotion to run the new Potts of Honey facility in New York. Why do you think she went there in the first place? To check out the sights?”

“No, no no.” Peter shook his head. “She would’ve told me this.” He stared hard at the floor in defeat. “Do you know when she leaves? Is she taking Mer with her?”

“Better question, why haven't you told her how you feel?"

“Tell her? She fucking hates me.”

“Are you sure it’s hate? Last I heard you said she loves you.” Peter grunted, shaking his head. “Are you going to let her getaway for the 3rd time, or are you going to chase her down?”

“Shut up.” Peter stood there with his eyes moving back and forth, clenching and unclenching his jaw, trying to figure out what to do. “Son of a bitch,” he cursed, running out of the room with his phone in his hand. 

“You had to go that far to say she was moving?”

“Lit a match under his ass, didn’t it.”

“It did,” Bucky smirked. "We’re going to make such great parents.”

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Everything was set up for this week’s podcast. Pepper was ready to share the exciting news about the expansion of Potts of Honey and the new product lines hitting shelves within the next couple weeks. 

“Okay, Darcey, whatever you do. Do not let anyone in the room while we are recording because I hate editing these podcasts. It takes forever.” She nodded. “If you have any questions at all, use the whiteboard.”

“Got it, boss.”

“Great, I will be with you in here until...” Your phone ringing interrupted you. You peeked at the screen, seeing Peter’s name and hit ignore. “...until I get summoned in.” He was on his way to Mers parent-teacher conferences for the first time, and he was either worried or didn’t know what to do. 

“You got it, dude.”

“Good,” you replied as Pepper and Wanda walked in. “Ready ladies?”

“Born ready,” Wanda smirked, taking her usual chair in the booth.

“Are you sure about your decision?” Pepper asked you before walking into the booth.

“Yes, I am,” you smiled. “You're more than welcome to announce it over the podcast.”

“Excellent,” she pulled you into a tight hug.

“We will be recording in 5, 4, 3,” you said as you mouthed 2, 1, and pointed at Wanda. You pushed the button to signal the red on-air light above the door outside, so no one would disturb your production. 

“Hello, my wonderful listeners. Welcome back to another episode of Everyday’s a Monday. You are all in for a treat today! We are speaking with my boss, the lovely Pepper Potts hyphen Stark. She's speaking about the future of Potts and Honey and new products being released in the coming weeks. Later, YN will be joining us after not saying a word on here for about two episodes now. I have a conspiracy theory about how she might’ve paid our guests to not get her to come on the show. She's shaking her head no, but I know the truth,” she chuckled, getting Pepper crack a smile. “Turns out we also have our new intern, Darcey, helping out in the recording booth. This means YN has no choice but to join us today. But first, play that awesome intro.”

You hit the button to signal the short upbeat catchy tune that plays at the beginning of each podcast. It was a little redundant, but it kept things fun. It also made Everyday’s a Monday stand out and be more recognizable like any opening to your favorite tv show. 

“Pepper, it is great to have you back on the show.”

“It’s always fun coming on here and talking with you both.”

“The boss said both, so YN get your ass in here,” Wanda waved you in, and you stepped into the booth.

“You just had to say the magic word, didn’t you, Pepper?” You spoke into your mic and slid your headphones over your ears. You sat in your usual spot right across from Wanda with your back to the door while Pepper sat at the end of the rectangle table.

“Couldn’t help myself,” she laughed. 

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Parent-teacher conferences went off without a hitch. He gave Mer a few fist bumps as the teacher praised her for how well she was doing in her classes. There was one teacher, who didn’t like how she spoke up in class, but Peter ignored him by nodding along and acting like he was listening. Mer had to nudge him a few times because he zoned out during this teacher's rant. Overall, the teachers love Mer and how open she is to learning. With it being conferences, Mer was able to leave school early for the day, and after telling Mer about his plan, he knew exactly what he needed to do. 

Peter walked through the rotating doors of the Potts of Honey headquarters building with Meredith in tow. It was crazy how many buildings were on the grounds, but he assumed they all had a specific purpose. They walked up to the welcome desk seeing three receptionists typing away on their computers.

“Hi, Peter and Meredith Quill here to see YN LN,” Peter said to the lady with blonde hair.

“I’m sorry, sir, but she is unavailable at the moment. I can take a message for her if you’d like.”

“Look--” he reads her nametag “--Sharon, it will take like ten minutes tops.” 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go up without her approval.” Peter nodded, thanking her for her help, and turned around to leave. 

“Hey, Quill.” Peter looked over, seeing Drax waving at him.

“Drax, hey, buddy. I haven’t seen you since you worked security at the Howling Commandos concert.”

“Wild night,” he chuckled.

“This is my daughter Meredith.” 

“I know her too well.” Drax held up his hand, giving her a high five. “What brings you here?”

“I need to get up to see YN.”

“Desk lady, I am taking Quill and his daughter on a tour. Give me two badges.” Sharon rolled her eyes, handing them over to him. “This way. Follow me.”

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“What is this big exciting news you are bouncing up and down to share with us, Pepper?” Wanda questioned, wearing a huge smile on her face. She already knew the news, but she was good at faking enthusiasm when she needed to. 

“Yes, well, very recently I sent these two lovely ladies, YN and Wanda, to New York City to scope out properties, and I am happy to announce we will be opening up a new Potts of Honey facility in New York,” Pepper informed while you and Wanda cheered. “And I have more news. YN here will be taking over the Malibu division while I will be heading to New York division. But don’t worry, this podcast will still be airing an episode weekly.”

“Whew, I thought I was out of a job for a second,” Wanda wheezed, wiping her forehead. 

“If only,” you chuckled, earning a glare from Wanda before everyone started laughing.

“At least this way, YN has the option to be with Star-Lord.”

“I’m ignoring that for now,” you sighed. “What is going to be different about this facility?”

“It won’t be much different than the one here in Malibu. I pride myself on putting family first and jobs second. It has been my mentality from the beginning, and I don't plan on changing it.  I want to hire parents to be or parents who want to return to work after taking a leave to take care of their youngsters. I love working with these types of individuals because they have opinions and know what type of products parents want to see on the market.” 

“I still love that mentality to this day,” Wanda confessed. “Like many times before, we did take some questions from the listeners, and we are going to be answering some right now. Many listeners might not have known about the new facility, but some did ponder it. Let’s begin with….”

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Drax, Peter, and Meredith stepped off the elevator on the top floor of the building. It wasn’t a high building, but the twelfth floor still offered a great view of the grounds. Peter’s mind was running a mile a minute, and he still didn’t know what he was going to say to you. He had a plan, but it was only 12% of a plan which involved convincing you not to leave. He needed you in his life, and he hoped you still needed him, too.

“My dad is going to make a grand gesture to my mom,” Mer told Drax with a cheeky smile. 

“Really? Do you think he has a chance?”

“Will you two be quiet? I’m right here.” He glanced behind him as they continued to walk down the long hall. 

“We know. Why do you think we are talking so loud,” Drax stated, earning a giggle out of Meredith. 

“I was hoping my plan would work. I have been trying to parent trap them like Lindsay Lohan did in that movie before she kind of went crazy.”

“You are one smart girl, Mer, and I’m positive your plan will work,” Drax winked, making an excited smile appear on Mer’s face. “I mean, it worked for Lindsay Lohan, but then she went crazy. I still often wonder what happened to her twin.”

Mer looked at Peter with a confused expression, forcing him to let a raspy chuckle escaped him. “Drax, she doesn’t have a--” Drax stared at him with an intense glare forcing Peter to bite his tongue “--never mind.” Peter shook his head, seeing a door at the end of the hallway with an ON-AIR sign shining above it. “Is this the right door?” Drax nodded as Peter knocked on the door.

“Can I help you security guy, adorable little girl, and the other dude?” The young lady asked, eyeing each of them over as she opened the door.

“Quill here needs to speak to his woman.” Drax patted him on one of his shoulders. 

“Dude. Ow.”

“Sorry, but you can’t come in. They’re recording an episode, and YN hates editing, so it’s better if left undisturbed, okay? Buh-bye, thank you, come back later.”

“Wait!” Peter grabbed the door to keep it from closing. “It’s okay; I’m Star-lord.”

“Who?”

“Come on, the amazing mystery dude that YN talks about on this podcast. YN’s ex, who she shares a daughter with.” 

“Hence this small human beside us,” Drax informed, motioning to a grinning Mer beside him. 

“This is my first time listening to this podcast, so I have no idea who you are. I’m only here for college credit, so no, you’re not coming in.”

“Okay fine, how about I give you.” Peter pulls out his wallet, digging around in it. “Fifty bucks?”

“Well if I get fired over this, I will be out at least $350 for my college credit, so technically I won’t be out anything if you reimbursed me in full.”

Peter sighed, looking unamused but gave in to her demands. He dug through his wallet once more and handed her the rest of the money. 

“Come on in fellas.” 

_______

“Next question is for Wanda and YN,” Pepper announced, reading the question to herself before reading it aloud. “Oh, this is a good one. What is something you regret from your past and why?”

“Oh, this one is tough,” Wanda added, tapping her finger to her chin. “I would say I regret not traveling more when I was younger since I didn’t have many responsibilities. Now I am kind of tied down, but I still love my life and wouldn’t change a thing. Who asked this question?”

“Oh right, let’s see.” Pepper’s eyes scanned the page. “Peter Quill.”

Your head snapped in Pepper’s direction, but something moving behind you caught the attention of both your co-hosts; Wanda’s mouth dropped open, and Pepper's eyebrows shot up her forehead. You narrowed your eyes at them before turning around to find Peter Quill. Behind him, Darcey held up the whiteboard saying ‘Incoming, Star-Crunch?'

“Peter, what are you...what are you doing here? You’re not allowed to be in here. We’re in the middle of an episode.” You stood up, taking your headset off and setting them around your neck. 

“Do you want to know what I regret from my past?” 

“No, not right now, Peter. Can we do this later? I’m working.” You put your hands on his chest to try and push him out of the room, but he grabbed your forearms, stopping you. You gazed into his eyes, seeing something you haven’t seen since the night you slept with him. 

“Nat told me,” he confessed. “Please don’t move to New York.” You try to say something, but he keeps talking. “You’re in my life again, and I don’t want you to go. I wish things in the past would’ve worked out differently. If I wasn’t such a coward, maybe they would’ve, but this time I’m not gonna let you walk out on me.”

“Peter, I’m not...”

“I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago. Please just let me talk for once,” he interrupted, forcing you to snap your mouth shut. “When I got the call about you being in an accident, right then I knew I didn’t want to lose you again. I didn’t want to lose you for real. Deep down, I always thought we would find each other again,” he confessed, taking your hands into his. “Then, I found out about Meredith. The amazing sweet little girl who showed me what I was missing out on for the last 7 years.” Peter glanced behind him, and you peeked around him to see Mer wearing a toothy grin on her face. She gave him a thumbs up, and you didn’t miss the lopsided smirk spreading across Peter's face as he turned back to you.

“After you woke up, everything happened so fast. We were getting along and rocking this co-parenting thing most parents seem to struggle with. Then, I told you I never cheated, you kissed me, and we slept together. The next day, you told me it was all a mistake, but we both know that wasn’t true,” he murmured, staring into your eyes. “I hate how I hurt you all over again. We both know I have horrible timing when it comes to fixing my wrongs, but I can’t let another day go by without telling you how I feel. You were the one for me. You still are.” Your eyes widened at his confession. “Where will this big grand gesture leave us? I don’t know.

What I do hope for is that you will give me a chance to redeem myself. I want to be there for you and Mer. I want to watch her grow up into an incredible young woman, like you, with you by my side. I want to help you protect her from assholes who will break her heart, but still encourage her to find love and happiness. Even in times when you thought you were never going to get another chance. But before you know it you’re laying your heart on the line, hoping you’re not making a complete ass of yourself," he cleared his throat. “I regret many decisions in my life, but the one thing I regret most was not chasing after you the day you walked away from me. This time, I'm going to fight for you to stay because...well, I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I don’t think I ever stop loving you.”  

Pepper and Wanda gasped behind you. “Ladies and gents, this is Wanda speaking in a hushed tone. If you haven’t made the connection thus far, Peter Quill is Star-Lord aka Star-Lord is Peter Quill, just to clarify things.” You shook your head, staring at Peter’s chest as she narrated the moment through your headphones.

You squeezed his hands as you let go of one of his and placed it over his heart. His soft gaze sent a flutter to your heart and a blush to your cheeks. “Peter, I’m not going anywhere. Pepper is the one moving to New York while I’m taking things over here. Nat obviously said what she needed to to get you to barge in here,” you added, making him raise his eyebrows at the realization.

“Guess I will have to thank her later.”

“But you’re right about one thing. What happened between us wasn’t a mistake, but I still couldn’t help but think I was the other woman.” You lowered your head, letting out a deep breath. He put his hand under your chin and lifted it to stare into your eyes.

“You are the only woman,” Peter replied, making you crack a small smile.

“My biggest regret was not telling you about Meredith sooner. I guess it was my own selfish pride that I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need you in my life. Truth is, I did, and so did Mer. I didn’t want to see it for myself, but watching you two together warms my heart. I wish I could say I fell out of love with you, but I never did.” You slid your hand from his heart to cup his cheek, and Peter leaned into your touch. He bit down on his bottom lip as he leaned in closer to you feeling his breath become shaky against your lips. He gazed into your eyes before his lips collided with yours.

“Woooo! Their smacking lips now! Get it, girl,” Wanda hollered from her chair as Pepper joined in with her. 

“Bought fricken time, am I right, Mer?”

“Yes, you are Auntie Wanda,” Mer replied through your headphones. You didn’t even notice her sneak pass you and Peter. 

“Guess all those parent trapping tricks I taught you paid off,” Wanda added, giving Mer a high-five. You pulled away from Peter, resting your forehead against his smiling. “I bet they’re going to get married, now. Would you like that, Mer?”

“Yes, I would love it,” she gushed beside Wanda.

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you two.” You glared at them, feeling Peter's chest vibrate from a soft chuckle. “We should at least go out on a not a date date first.”

“Hear that folks, it’s happening. It’s like their first not a date date all over again. Did I predict this or what?” Wanda grinned into her headset.

You looked back at Peter as he shot you a quick wink and your favorite boyish smile.  It was the same little sexy smile that drove you crazy all those years ago. You smiled at him, resting your forehead on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You heard him let out a deep breath, and in your heart, you knew he was always the one for you, and like many great loves, you fell in love with your best friend. 

“How about we close out this episode,” Pepper offered.

“Thanks for the assist, Pepper. Come on, Twig. Let's get out of here.” Peter loosened his grip on you and held out his hand for Mer. She grinned, rushing towards him, and Peter leaned down and scooped her up in his arms. You couldn’t stop the heartfelt smile from appearing on your face. Peter grabbed hold of your hand with his other hand as he leaned over to kiss your forehead. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the warmth spread all over your body. When you opened your eyes, you found Peter giving Mer a quick kiss on the forehead, and without saying a word, you knew exactly what he meant. 

“Awww, what a cute family,” Wanda commented, snapping a photo with her phone. “This picture is going on our Instagram page, so be on the lookout listeners.”

“And I thought Tony had terrible timing,” Pepper declared with a knowing grin.

“I don’t think we have any more to discuss on this week’s episode, but wasn’t it a great one.  We found out Potts of Honey is expanding, Star-Lord’s real identity is none other than Walkman Records owner Peter Quill, and Pepper Potts is going to be leaving us. It’s a sad yet happy day. I’m only hoping this whole episode recorded everything and that YN doesn’t edit anything out, but let’s be real folks she never edits,” Wanda chuckled. “Don’t forget to tip your waiters and waitresses. And as always, don’t forget to subscribe.” 

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AN: That's all folks. How bout that ending though? The podcast restarted their relationship, so I thought ending with one would be neat. It also might've felt rushed towards the end, but I kind of liked how it turned out. Like, rushing to someone you love in an airport or wherever else you might be. Cleshay, but the rush of excitement at the same time...haha. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I liked writing it. Glad you stuck with me through the end. Comments are always welcome and as always thanks for reading!

[akanennie]

Get your hands off my girl

Words: 1552

Paring: Peter Quill × Reader

Warnings: Attempted sexual harassment. It's not my GIF.

The great festival at Xandar had begun many hours and with such joy, fun, food, drink and music, would probably take days to finish.

Because of many partnerships between the New Troop and the Guardians of the Galaxy, they were invited to the festivities and however reluctant Gamora and Drax were to attend the party, Quill still decided to go with the excuse that they needed to relax a bit.

The truth is that Peter wanted to be able to have fun with YN. Not that they don't have fun together traveling through space, but it was good to do something different for a change. Peter wanted to find some way to declare himself to her, but the right opportunity never appears. Of course he spoiled several opportunities to declare himself, Gamora and Mantis were already exhausted from creating situations and gave up helping him, so he had to do it somehow.

As soon as they arrived everyone dispersed to enjoy themselves in the way they thought best. Peter took YN to the dance floor where they had a lot of fun inventing weird dance moves for fun.

"You're terrible, Peter!" YN said laughing while leaving the track with Quill, this also with the laughter.

"Me?  Kitty, I would be a Dance God if I went back to Earth." Peter said, snob and that's when YN laughed more.

"Don't forget we're in Xandar, so... You're terrible..." YN pointed out mockingly.

"Gee, you're evil! I like it." Peter smiled passionately, making YN blush.

"Oh, come on, zilly!" I YN said in shame.

Peter was a bit confused, but then he laugh.  "I think you meant it, silly."

"Oh, I don't understand those Terran words."  YN said in a cute little pussy that Peter had to control himself not to jump on her and kiss her.

"So... Want a drink?" Peter asked to change the focus.

"Of course... After dancing so much, a drink is good." YN replied.

"Okay!  Don't leave here! I'll be right back." Peter said excitedly, heading for the bar.

And when YN was waiting for Peter to come back with the drinks, she kept watching the other people having fun. Children dancing with parents, new dating couples, elderly couples having fun and talking, was really a festivity, a fraternization.

Yet her gaze lingered on a man, a Xandarian.  He looked at her incessantly. He even licked his lips and winked at YN when she noticed that she was looking at him too, and that made her very uncomfortable. YN had never wanted Peter so soon to turn her mind away from that man.

Of course she would be able to protect herself, but the last thing YN needed was to sort out trouble between the Guardians and the Nova Corps.

"Here, kitty." Peter said as soon as he arrived, a little awkward handed her glass.

YN accepted the glass of drink and before Peter said anything, she drank the contents of the glass. She needed to be distracted from the man who kept staring at her, even if she was not alone. But the drink went down, much of it, burning down her throat, causing YN to spit the drink and end up messing up not only her but Peter as well.

"Wow!  Wow!" Peter stepped back so he would not get dirty anymore.  "You didn't give me time to tell you. They put Svalarian pepper in the drink and it comes down burning, you have to drink it calmly."

"Holly Crap!" YN said looking at dirty laundry by the green liquid. "I'd better clean it up before it gets worse."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Peter agreed, somewhat disappointed, he felt bad for the choice of drink, the idea he had in mind was another completely different from what happened.

YN looked a few times to see if after that fiasco the Xandarian would have stopped, but he continued to look at her, seemed to have more desire. This was horrible, YN was dirty, uncomfortable and embarrassed. The complete package to ruin your evening.

She goes into the ladies room and goes straight to the sink to clean as much of it as she can from that dirt. But with her now wet white blouse she would have to borrow Peter's jacket at least until they returned to Milano.

When she finally finished cleaning herself, she heard the door of the female community bathroom open and stared in astonishment for the same Xandarian to slip into place.

YN looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, noting that his eyes would fall to her hips. "Not to be rude, sir, but you went into the wrong bathroom."

"I know ..." He answered and took a few steps toward her.  "I saw what happened to you, and I thought you might need some help."

"I've solved the problem myself. Thanks." YN replied trying to get past him to the door, but he stepped in front of her and held her by the arms.  "Leave me."

"I told you to quit! I'll kill you if you continue!" YN threatened, but the man paid no attention.

"But you need help, look at this..." he said admit of YN's body before squeezing her into his arms and beginning to give wet kisses to her neck, leaving YN angry.

He was stronger than YN and she discovered it in the worst way.  She tried to push him, hit him on the shoulder, even smacked him in the face, but the man was determined to get what he wanted, so he threw her against the wall and attacked again. Raising his hands underneath YN's blouse and the other trying to venture beneath her skirt.

"LEAVE ME! SCROT! HELP! DON'T TOUCH ME! GET OUT!" YN screamed, struggling and trying to get rid of the man.

Outside, Peter left the bathroom after cleaning his own shirt. He hoped YN was already there waiting to go back to the party, or to Milano, depending on her mood after the incident, but she wasn't.  Peter was ready to go looking for her when he heard YN scream for help from inside the bathroom.

He didn't think twice before invading the bathroom and finding that man attacking YN like that.

"Hey!" Peter shouted from where he was, the man stopped trying to get along with YN and she let out a relieved sigh.  "Take your hands off my girl."

Peter stepped over the man and pulled him off YN. She saw Peter and his stalker struggling in the bathroom with their hearts racing. Had she heard that? Peter easily slapped the Xandarian and put him on the run. When they finally were alone Peter turned to YN, worry was the only thing he had in his eyes and YN didn't fail to notice that.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Because if he hurt you I'll go after him to get another beating... "Peter said in a rush, ready to go behind the man, but YN caught one of his hands, surprising him by the tender touch.

Peter could see that YN's expression was pure relief, but his hands were shaking. He had to act, he had to give her more security. Then Peter took off his own jacket and put it on YN's shoulders. She looked at him in surprise at his attitude, but I let her.

"I'm fine, thanks for listening. With the loud music out there I was getting scared that no one would hear me." YN said taking a deep breath.

"It's getting cold outside, so you're not sick."  Peter said, crying at YN's intense gaze, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Peter..." YN called for him and no matter how much he wanted to run away, he looked into her eyes with the bit of courage left. "Why did you say I'm 'your girl'?"

Peter turned redder and startled, and turned away from her with an embarrassed smile.  "What? I said that? When?"

"Now? Before you spank the idiot." YN said innocently, not realizing he was trying to get away from the conversation.

"Oh... That... Well... I... It was spontaneous... I..." Peter tried to find ways to explain, but the more he tried, the more YN finally understood that he corresponded to her feelings  and it made her blush too.

"Peter... Do you like me?" YN asked with a beautiful smile on her face, which made Peter sigh. Without even thinking, he replied. "With all my strength."

He reached for YN so they could get out of there, but YN pulled him and she kissed him. Peter didn't expect that, but he did. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her slowly. YN put one hand on Peter's shoulders while the other caressed the back of his neck, making him sigh.

Minutes later, the two left the bathroom hand in hand after being interrupted by some female police officers who fought over Peter being in the ladies' room.

Not far away, Gamora and Mantis, who were drinking near a betting table where Drax and Rocket were amused, saw the two lightly charged, but with a huge smile on their faces.

"Finally." Gamora said before taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah... They're cute!" Mantis said swinging her body from side to side.

[trashcanmarvelfan]

Best. Job. Ever 4/12

So oops, I updated this like a week ago on AO3 but forgot to update here, so you’re getting 2 chapters again, lovelies! 

Btw, this IS completely written, I’m just editing and posting as time allows.

Summary: Reader gets a job on the set of Spider-Man: Far from Home for the 3 weeks they are shooting in New York City as what she thinks is a production assistant, but a twist of fate has her reassigned as Tom Holland’s personal assistant. As she & Tom grow close during filming, will their budding friendship turn to more or will they go their separate ways after filming concludes?

Warnings: Language, but that’s pretty much it? This is basically a PG-13 rom-com.

Word Count: 2571 for chapter 4.

Author’s Note: As this was written WAY before Spider-Man: Far from Home was released (actually before Avengers: Endgame was as well) I’ve kept plot details and which scene was being shot on what day extremely vague. Also, I’m American but tried to write Tom as British as possible, although I do think he’d try to stay(ish) in character and use as much American slang as he could while he’s still playing Peter.

Chapter-Specific Author’s Note: Ik Rent went off Broadway in like 2008 or something but I do what I want, lol.

Requests are always open!

Cross-posted at AO3.

The rest of the week continued much like the first day: Y/N would show up at Tom’s hotel room at 7:15 with coffee (fortunately-- or unfortunately, Y/N honestly wasn’t sure which-- the rest of the week Tom had always been dressed by the time Y/N knocked on his door), they would ride to set, Tom would film a few scenes, they would eat lunch, Tom would get back to filming, and then they would head back to their hotel, eating dinner together in one of their rooms (usually something Y/N would run out and pick up or have delivered to her room) and hanging out for a while before parting for the night.

Saturday night had Y/N and Tom hanging out in Y/N’s hotel room eating Chinese takeout while watching Infinity War on the hotel TV’s cable.

“DAMN IT, QUILL!” Y/N yelled at the TV as he started beating Thanos in the head with his gun, causing Mantis to lose her balance and let go of her control of Thanos’ mind. “Ugh, every freaking time.”

Tom laughed. “Yeah, that’s basically everyone’s reaction.”

Y/N blushed. “Sorry about that. I just always want to punch Quill in the face right there. They had Thanos, and he comes traipsing along and ruins their chances of getting the Gauntlet off. I mean, I get that he was upset about Gamora, and rightly so, but dang, he just single handedly caused the destruction of half the universe!”

Y/N’s and Tom’s phones chimed simultaneously.

“Looks like the shooting schedule for next week is here,” Y/N said, pulling it up on her phone. “Your call times are different for each day, and it also looks like Friday will be a long one, but hey, you at least have Saturday and Sunday off before the final week of shooting.”

They worked out times to meet up to head to the set the next week and when Y/N turned her attention back to the TV Thanos had snapped his fingers and people were already starting to turn to ash. Y/N brought her hand to her chest as Peter clung to Tony. I don’t want to go. “I can’t believe you improvised that scene, but I should’ve figured that you’d quote The Doctor.”

Tom glanced over at her. “You watch Doctor Who?”

Y/N nodded. “Just New Who, starting with Eccleston, but yeah.”

“Who’s your favorite Doctor?”

“Ten, hands down,” Y/N said with zero hesitation.

“No wonder you recognized that line.”

YN nodded. “It just kills me every time, whether it’s you or David Tennant that says it.”

They talked about Doctor Who until it started to get late. “So, what are you planning to do with your day of freedom?” Tom asked as they cleaned up from dinner.

“Oh, I’m just planning on taking it easy tomorrow,” Y/N replied. “What about you?”

“I need to study my lines for next week.”

Y/N bit her lip. “Maybe I could help you run your lines? I mean, if you want, no big deal.”

Tom grinned. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

“Great. I’ll text you when I get up?”

“Sounds good.”

“Ok, well, I’m gonna head out. It’s getting pretty late.”

Tom walked Y/N over to the door. “‘Night, Y/N.”

“‘Night, Tom.”

The next morning Y/N texted Tom as soon as she woke up and got dressed.

Hey, I’m up and can help you go over your lines whenever you’re ready.

Tom texted back almost immediately. Give me like 5 minutes, yeah?

Ok, sure. I’ll run downstairs to pick you up something from the coffee shop then.

The three bubbles that indicated that Tom was typing popped up. Actually I’m downstairs right now getting something, so no need!

Oh! Lol Ok then.

A few minutes later Tom texted back. Ok, I’m back upstairs. Come on over.

Y/N grabbed her stuff and walked down to Tom’s room.

Tom answered the door with a grin. “Morning, Y/N,” he said, ushering her in. Y/N paused mid-way into the room when she saw coffee and pastries set out for both of them.

“I figured since you’ve been fetching breakfast for me all week and since I was getting myself something anyway the least I could do is return the favor,” Tom said.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Y/N replied. “Thank you.”

They sat and ate then Y/N helped Tom run his lines until he was comfortable with them.  “Wow, it’s four already. I’m sure you want to relax the rest of the afternoon,” Y/N said, getting up from the couch where they had been sitting, “so I guess I’m gonna get out of your hair so you can chill.”  She turned toward the door. “Wait!” Tom exclaimed.

Y/N turned back to Tom.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “I, err, I have a surprise for you.”

He walked over to his dresser and pulled an envelope out of the top drawer, handing it to Y/N.

Y/N looked at him curiously as she opened it, finally pulling out the contents. Her jaw dropped. “Front row seats to Rent!?”

“You can’t come to New York and not see a Broadway play. I was hoping you’d accompany me tonight,” Tom said.

Y/N was still staring at the tickets. “How did you even know I liked Rent?”

“I, err… I overheard you singing ‘Out Tonight’ on Wednesday while you were waiting for me after the set was cleared,” Tom explained.

Y/N was still shocked. “But how did you even get these? It’s been sold out for months!”

Tom winked. “You’re not the only Rent-head around here, you know.”

“And are you sure you want me to come with you? You wouldn’t rather Z or someone else from the cast go with you?”

Tom shook his head. “I figured you’d appreciate the show as much as I do. So is that a yes?”

“Oh my gosh, YES!”  Y/N threw her arms around Tom in a massive hug. “This is so amazing! I’ve been wanting to see that play for years but never thought I’d have the chance to see it live!”

“Brilliant.” Tom beamed. “I’ll be ‘round in, say, a hour so we can have dinner beforehand? I know a great sushi restaurant in Times Square.”

“Sounds great.” Y/N turned to Tom again and gave him another hug. “You are just the absolute best, you know that? I can’t believe this -- I have to go get ready!”

Y/N ran back to her room and flew through getting ready.  She put on the nicest outfit she had brought (thank goodness she was a packrat and thought to bring a decent dress!) and hurried to do her hair and makeup.

She was applying her eyeliner in the bathroom mirror when there was a knock on her door. “Come in!” she called.  She and Tom had each gotten an extra room key and had swapped them in case of emergency, so she didn’t have to go answer the door.

Tom stuck his head in the door. “Y/N?”

“Almost ready!”

Y/N finished her makeup and stepped out of the bathroom. Tom was standing in front of Y/N’s full-length mirror and caught her reflection. A broad grin spread over his face and he turned toward her. “Y/N, you look stunning,” he breathed.

Y/N blushed. “Thank you. You look great too.”

Tom had worn a similar outfit to the one he had worn the night they went to dinner after the first day of filming, except this time he had paired an open-collar button-down shirt with his sports coat, jeans, and sneaker combo. He extended his arm. “Shall we?”

Y/N linked her arm with his. “Lead the way, Mr. Holland.”

“Viva, la vie, Bohemme!”

Y/N and Tom laughed as they stepped off the elevator.

“Oh my gosh, that was so much fun. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d be able to see Rent live and in person.” Y/N couldn’t keep the grin off of her face.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

They stopped in front of Tom’s door.  “You want to come in and watch the film version on Netflix?” he asked.

“Sure! I love the movie version. Gimmie like 5 minutes though to go change into something more comfortable?”

Tom nodded. “Ok. I’ve got snacks, so I’ll get everything set up while you change.”

“See you in a few.”

Y/N ran to her room and changed into some comfortable pants and a t-shirt, and pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks to walk down the hall in instead of putting her sneakers on.

She grabbed her keycard and headed back to Tom’s. The door had been held open by the privacy lock, so she just knocked gently and went in, disengaging the lock so the door could shut.

Tom was sitting on his bed, scrolling through Netflix. A bowl of popcorn and various movie theater-type candy was spread out next to him. His hair was wet-- he had obviously grabbed a quick shower while Y/N had been gone-- and he had changed into flannel pajamas pants and a plain white t-shirt. He looked up and grinned.

Y/N walked past him to the other side of the bed and climbed in, careful not to disturb the snacks in between them. “I see you got comfortable as well.”

Tom grinned. “Ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

As the opening credits rolled, Y/N said, “I think it's so great that most of the original Broadway cast reprised their roles for the movie.”

“Me too,” Tom agreed, grabbing a handful of popcorn.  

They watched the movie mostly in silence, occasionally grabbing some popcorn or a handful of candy, until the opening notes to Light My Candle came on. Tom turned to Y/N. What you’d forget? he mouthed.

Y/N grinned. Got a light? she responded.

Tom reached for her. I know you, you’re… you’re shivering.

It’s nothing, they turned off my heat, and I’m just a little weak on my feet… Y/N pretended to swoon towards Tom and winked.

They kept going, both really getting into character. When they arrived at the line, They say I have the best ass below 14th Street, is it true? You’re staring again! Tom blushed and was flustered when he lip-synched Roger’s line, Oh no… I mean, you do… have a nice-- Y/N thought his flustered reaction seemed actually kind of genuine but quickly chalked it up to the darkness of the room and Tom’s really good acting skills and pushed it out of her mind as she kept going.

They continued their back & forth throughout the song. They call me, they call me Mimi...Y/N lip-synched, dangling a gummy worm in front of Tom before taking a bite with a grin as the song ended.

They both burst into laughter. “Oh my gosh, that was so fun,” Tom said in between fits of laughter, leaning back against the headboard.

Y/N fell over on Tom’s shoulder, she was laughing so hard. “That. Was. AWESOME.” She wiped a few stray tears of laughter away as she straightened.

Today 4 U was just starting. Y/N nodded toward the TV. “Think you’d be able to do that?”

“Definitely not in heels, at least not without loads of practice.” Tom answered. “I’m good, but I’m not that good.”

The rest of the movie was spent lip-syncing along to a majority of the soundtrack -- during “Out Tonight” Y/N grabbed the remote and used it as a makeshift microphone while she danced around the room, much to Tom’s amusement -- and watching in somber silence during “Without You”.

Y/N did a fist pump when the opening notes of “What You Own” started playing. “This is one of my favorite songs on the entire soundtrack,” she said. “It’s so powerful, and the bro-hug at the end just melts my heart.”

Tom nodded. “It’s definitely a turning point in the film.”

As the movie wound down, the popcorn and snacks dwindled as well. Tom placed the empty popcorn bowl on the nightstand next to him as the finale started.

“My one complaint is that I really wish the alternate ending would’ve been used in the film.”

“Me too!” Y/N exclaimed. “I mean I get why it wasn’t used, but I like the play’s version of the ending where it ends just like it begins. And speaking of… I’m so embarrassed I cried when Angel came running on stage during the finale.”

Tom chuckled. “I think it’s cute-- err, I mean nice. It’s nice that you’re reactive like that. Makes an actor feel like they’re giving a believable performance.”  

“Speaking of acting…” Y/N checked her phone for the time. “It’s getting late. You better get some rest since your call time for tomorrow is early and you’re doing a lot of stunts.”

They stood and Tom walked Y/N to the door.

Y/N gave Tom a hug, and without thinking, also gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, shit, I'm so sorry about that--” she stammered, taking a step back.

“What?” Tom looked confused.

“Just now-- I really didn’t mean to kiss you. I wasn’t thinking, and I understand if you’d be upset about it--”

Tom shook his head. “Why on earth would I be upset with you?” he tried to interrupt.

“--and it was completely unprofessional, so I’d also get it if you’d want to request a different assistant--”

“Wait, wait, Y/N!” Tom cried. He took Y/N's arms in a firm but gentle grip, steadying her. “I'm sorry to keep interrupting you, but I’m not upset at all.” He let go & studied her. “Have I given you the impression at any point this week that I've been anything less than pleased with you?”

Y/N blushed. “Well, no, not really…” she mumbled. “But I thought maybe you’d think I was hitting on you or something…”

“First off, it was just a kiss on the cheek, it’s not like you threw yourself at me.  And secondly…” Tom paused. “I know we haven’t known each other long, but I kind of already consider you a friend. You’re incredibly easy to talk to, we have loads in common, and at the risk of sounding completely pompous you don’t seem to just be friendly to me because of my celebrity status or because Sony is paying you to be. I mean come on, you’ve insisted on rotating who was paying for dinner all week. You’re a genuinely nice person and I like being around you. There’s absolutely no reason to fret, okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Ok.”

Tom stood. “Now that’s settled then, yeah?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah.”

Tom reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, then pulled her in for a hug. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He kissed her on the cheek, then gave her a wink.

Y/N laughed. “Goodnight, Tom. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She went in and got ready for bed. As she lay there in the darkness replaying the night in her head she suddenly realized that her feelings for Tom definitely weren’t going anywhere-- in fact they had blossomed into a full-scale crush. I am so screwed.

Tagging: @thoughstofaredhead & @greenarrowhead

[iloveleee]

Part 2: Loki cheated on you

Warning, depression, reader thinking she is worthless heartbreak..etc

U lay in the hospital , loki was beside u as were steve , natasha, tony, Clint Wanda bucky and pietro( he is alive u saved him in the battle being an avenger ur self)(( let's say that u guys are super close and u have helped every one of them in times of need))

" yn, ur awake " shouted tony and the whole team proceeded to hug u. " why yn? Why relapse?? I thought u stopped all this bullshit once we joined the avengers" said nat. " u scared us" whispered steve. Loki could not look u in the eye, he only held ur hand softly.

" oh I did stop, I just was hungry and had a nightmare, so I came out and I saw the blade and couldn't stop my self , I'm fine really" u lied, u hated being weak but it did hurt, it broke ur heart that loki, loki who I trusted with everything cheated on u and u were so weak and dependent that u couldn't leave him."

" that's bullshit, guys can u leave me and wanda wanna talk to yn alone" nat said, loki didnt leave only made an illusion to leave. After being together for 4 yrs u knew most of his tricks, somehow u missed the cheating one. U let him stay

" now spill" said wanda as they both sat on either edges of ur bed

U couldn't hold it in" LOKI CHEATED ON ME" U started sobbing as wanda and nat, hugged u , completely in shock.

" oh yn why would loki do that? That piece of shit, how could stand to be in the same room, I'll tell him to leave" nat stood up as I stopped her." No, we r still together"

" why, what?? He cheated tho"

" ik but I m not enough I've never been for anyone and that's not his fault"

" there r better men"

" there might be, but I'm not strong enough to leave him"

" why yn why?"

" cause I love him too much, okay? He ...he ..is my everything. He shoos the nightmares and makes me feel safe, I havent felt safe ever before. My parents were jerks , hydra was a jerk, and when I finally escaped, everyone I knew was dead, killed by hydra. With loki I feel safe and calm. And I love him , his eyes smile,dimples, mischief, sweet nothings, his everything. I see my god in him." U were sobbing and sobbing but u knew, u would always love him.

In the corner of ur eye, u saw loki , crying too, whispering again and again

" I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

For the next few days everything was normal, except u lost color . The bright girl who danced thru everythiNg in life and sang always her worries. Except u didnt have it in u.

U hated urself for being so weak , yet so much in love. Loki did everything to make it up to u. He wore a t shirt saying' I belong to yn , if u stare at me ,I will stab u and then make u kneel in front of her' he brought flowers and chocolates with hearts on them. But u didnt eat the chocolates u didnt eat anything. He took care of ur wounds , would be careful to cage u in his arms when sleeping and would not let u out of his sight. He hated seeing u like this but what could he say? This was all his fault, almost 5yrs down the drain.

One day u were sitting when it started raining. No matter what happens u love rain too much.In those months , u would run in the rain with ur frnds would forget all ur worries and pain. So u went out and in know time u were singing umbrella while crying and dancing in the rain as u fell to the ground. What were u doing? This is not u . Ur too strong, u just needed a time away. I sent a message to ur old friend, peter quill.

" Loki loki?"

" yes honey ?"

" I'm going, I'm going to guard the universe, I'll be back in a few years, but we have our immortal lives so a few yrs is nothing. I'm not breaking up I'm taking a small break. I just want to figure everything out . I'll see u soon" you looked so brave , ur eyes shining for the first time in 3 weeks. There was a space ship waiting outside, with peter drax and rocket.

It killed loki, but he had to do this. He wont let u go grey , he agreed . In return u gave him ur pendant which ur grandma gave to u when u were 6.

" I will be back my love" loki saw u fly away far far away with his heart.

[pleasantdreamqueen]

Unexpected Pair// Nebula

Summary: After the guardians found Nebula they watched her like a Hawk. They catch a case in another quadrant, they need your help and Nebula notices. You somehow connect breaking through her cold exterior

Word Count:1,404

Quill POV

I  was piloting the ship as my music played in the background. “So let me get this straight Quill, a friend of yours is gonna babysit blue over there while helping us out on a case”, Rocket said . I grinned at him. “I don’t need a babysitter”, Nebula muttered.

We ignored her and continued cruising through the cosmos. Rocket rolled his eyes. “Trust me Rocket. The woman will surprise you”, I replied . “It’s been awhile since I last saw Yn”, Gamora said . “How did you know her”, I answered curious. “It’s not my business to tell you Peter. I would rather let Yn tell you herself”, she said keeping a straight face .

Time Skip to Yn’s Place Yn POV

I heard a ship land headed down the hall. I looked up the crew and captain to see who I was dealing with. I smiled in delight. ‘Finally that big lug comes back’, I thought placing my tablet down. I heard a knock and smirked. I opened the door and was engulfed in hugs.

“Yn how have been”,Peter said smiling. “It’s good to see you too Quill. Same as ever huh Gamora . Has he annoyed you yet”,I replied smirking. She smiled at me. “More than I would like to admit”, She answered. “You can come inside and make yourselves comfortable, We need to catch up anyway”, I said moving out of the way as they came in.

I closed the door behind me and gathered some drinks and snacks. “Yn this is Groot, Drax , Mantis,Rocket , and Nebula”, Gamora replied. “It’s nice to meet all of you”, I answered placing the items on the coffee table.I heard a few hellos. Nebula didn’t even bother to look at me.

“I Am Groot”, the little guy said. “He says you’re really sweet”, Rocket said . I blushed at the little guy. “This question has been on my mind lately. How did you and Gamora meet”, Peter said . Gamora glared at him , he just grinned.

“I’ll tell you after you finish the mission. So what did you sign up for”, I replied sitting on a chair. Peter proceeded to tell me their situation but I couldn’t help but stare at Nebula. “With that being said we need you to take care of  Blue Belle over there”, he answered as I snapped out of my trance. “Um sure I can do that”, I said smiling. “Are you well Yn , were you daydreaming”, Mantis replied curious.

I shook my no. “She has a name Quill . I suggest you use it”, I answered glaring at him. “Yes ma’am it will never happen again”, he replied shaking.“Thanks for the warning”, Rocket answered. “Go on and finish your mission . I’ll be here to keep Nebula company”, I said. With that , the guardians left leaving Nebula and I alone.   

Nebula POV

I was tinkering with my arm when she walked over to me. “I don’t need your pity”, I said trying to push her away. Yn rolled her eyes and sat next to me. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You’re not the only one who tinkers. Wanna see my garage”, she replied. I stopped tinkering with my arm. “You got any new hands this one is getting old”, I answered.

Yn squealed happily and pulling my real arm leading me downstairs. “Slow down you’re gonna pull my arm out of its socket”, I said trying to keep up with her. “Here is my garage. I’m currently  working on some projects. So you need a new hand right”, she answered turning on a light switch.

I saw numerous guns , bombs, space suits, numerous scattered batteries , and one big ship in the center. “You built that”, I said amazed. “Yep, that’s my baby. Took a few years to make her but I got done”, Yn replied smiling. I sat near her gun collection and waited.

Yn POV

I gathered some materials for her new limb. “Do you want a real or metallic hand? I have to ask”, I said. “Realistic if you can . Quill said they won’t be back for a week if not more”, Nebula replied . “Give me a couple of hours and help yourself to anything in the fridge”, I answered getting to work.

“I would rather watch, I might learn something”, she said scooting next to me . I blushed and began working on the arm. I scrunched my nose trying to concentrate when Nebula brought me some food. “Thought you might be hungry wanna take a break”, she replied. I nodded and set my tools down.

“Something between us girls if I may ask … how did you get your enhancements”, I answered munching on some pasta. Nebula looked at me and sighed. “If it’s you don’t have to tell me”, i said . “No. you asked a legitimate question. My “father” Ronan would put Gamora and I against each other sparring matches”, she replied.

“That seems harsh. No child should go through that so young”, I answered. “I know. Every single time Gamora would win while I was submitted to cybernetic enhancements. He wanted me to be her “equal”. We patched up our relationship , everything’s fine now”, she replied smiling .

“That’s good to hear. Thanks for the pasta , it was delicious. Now let’s get back to creating that hand ”, I answered kissing her cheek. She was shocked but she smirked at me. ‘ Having Yn around might not be so bad’, Nebula thought smiling .

Nebula POV

A few hours later, the limb was finished. “I’m finished Nebula. I just have to paint it”, Yn said grinning . “This is stunning Yn. I love it”, I replied hugging her. She hugged me back. “I’m glad you like it. I remembered that I ran out of blue paint a few days ago. Wanna come with me to get some more . I want to make this perfect for you”, Yn answered .

“Yeah I’ll come with you. Why are you so worked up it’s just a limb”, I said . “Well I like helping people . You seemed sad as you tinkered with that heap of junk. I figured you deserve it after all you’ve been through”, she replied. “I saw you had a f/c motorcycle, does it have room for one more, I answered smiling.

Yn grinned at me. “Hop on the store is just down the street”, she said starting the engine. I gladly got on as Yn opened the garage. Yn drove calmly down the road , within 5 minutes we were there. “Come on it shouldn’t be long , I want you to help me pick what shade of blue we need”, she said as we entered the store.

Yn POV

“Hey James , how long’s it been man”, I said hugging the employee. “Its only been 2 days Yn . You still look beautiful as ever”, he replied smiling . Nebula glared at him. “James this Nebula , a friend of mine. I need some blue paint”, I answered. “Sure anything for you love”, he said leading the way.

“ I don’t like him Yn”, Nebula whispered. “You just met him and you’re making assumptions. Trust me James is just a friend”, I whispered back. “Here’s the paint section . Let me know if you need anything else”, He answered walking away to stock some shelves .

“I don’t know why you’re so protective of me”, I said looking at the brands. “I like you ok . You’re one of the few people that understand me”, Nebula said grabbing a few different shades. “You were jealous when James was flirting with me care to explain that”, I said crossing my arms.

Nebula POV

Yn crossed her arms refusing to budge. “I love you ok. The way you crinkle your nose when you concentrate , you care about people regardless if they push you away, and you refuse to give up on them”, I said waiting for her to respond. There was silence .

“Please say something . Anything”, I replied .

Suddenly , I felt her soft lips on mine. “I love you too Nebula. Let’s pay for this stuff and go home”, Yn replied. I smiled at her . We paid for the paint and headed home.

[bellalaufeyson69]

Peter Quill x Reader

Jealous FWB

Description: Peter and Yn have a friends with benefits type deal. Yn is always secretly jealous of Peters other girls he brings around but she deals with it. Though one day to Peter’s surprise Yn actually has herself a boy of her own. Peter doesn’t like that at all and feels rather territorial.

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Warnings ♡ suggestive content, swearing

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Peter and I have been friends with benefits for a long time. Our agreement started after Gamora died and came back a totally different person: someone who didn’t love Peter anymore. I was going through a bad breakup at the time too so we agreed to be each others rebound until we were back on our feet.

Our agreement started with cuddling and kissing. I have this thing where I don’t have sex unless I’m in love, but after so long of having this innocent friends with benefits with Peter I felt I’ve known him so long and I trusted him enough to add it in. So that’s what we were, basically a couple without the label. Neither of us thought about it or what it meant which made it a-lot easier. It was really a go with the flow type of thing.

That’s what I like to tell myself that is. Since we’re just friends we have the freedom to do whatever we want with whoever we want. Peter definitely takes that freedom to use. He’s always been the smooth player type who could bed a decent amount of women. He’s outgoing and shoots his shot, sometimes he gets denied others he doesn’t but it never bothers him either way he just goes with the flow. I on the other hand am not nearly outgoing as he is and I also don’t find any interest in having sex with a bunch of random men. Not that I’ll tell Peter that. Part of me wants him to wonder what do I. That desire is what worries me the most. “Hey,” Peter came in from the hall and left a kiss on my cheek. “I’m gonna be with a chick from knowhere tonight I already told the rest of the gang, is it cool if I use the living room?” He nonchalantly questioned as he grabbed a few chips from the open bag on the coffee table and popping them into his mouth, then plopping down onto the couch.

The thought of him with another girl never used to bother me until we started having sex. It’s my own fault really, it’s because sex isn’t something loose for me, I don’t just do it with anyone. It’s always only been someone special, someone I loved, or someone I knew and trusted for a long time. The realization that I’d given my body to someone and that person taking it, then going around and doing a bunch of other girls right after made my stomach sink. Feels kind of gross. In a degrading way (again my own fault), and also in a… jealous way.

“Hey, did you hear me?” He questioned from his spot on the couch his feet now kicked up on the coffee table.

I quickly snapped out of my jealous trance and nodded my head. “Yeah sorry, I was thinking about the stuff I gotta do today” I lied giving him an innocent smile. “That’s cool with me, just let me know when she leaves I wanna watch my show” This was my way of finding out what him and that wh- girl where really going to do.

He gave a cocky chuckle. “Oh you’ll be waiting a long time then,” he smirked with a tilted head giving me a look that said ‘we’re gonna be doing bad things’. “We’ll probably take it into my room though…” he paused his sentence for a moment in thought. “I mean I can text you when I take her into my room so you can come out if you want…” he said a little more awkwardly now. We both knew that him texting me that was basically him texting me that he was currently boning another girl.

I felt a growing pit of pure rage building up inside of me. I wanted nothing more than for this girl to never show up. No scratch that, for her to show up and for me to punch her in the face. How humiliating is that, the guy I hook up with is going out and banging another girl under the same roof I sleep, he kisses my cheek when the other girls leave, he cuddles me and watches movies, tells me jokes, takes care of me when I’m sick, then fucks another girl. “Ahhh that’s okay, I don’t feel like waiting around all night for a text” I replied through a slightly passive aggressive tone.

He definitely caught that and was a little taken aback by it. His mouth opened for a second then shut again canceling out whatever comment he was about to make. “Okay,” he pursed his lips together and looked around for a second before standing up and walking out of the room.

“Well that was awkward” Rocket noted from the corner of the room where he sat messing with a box of wires.

My face reddened at the realization he’d been there the whole time. “Uhm,” I was at a loss for words because truthfully neither Peter or I ever told anyone about our relationship status. We just kinda snuck around, so I have no idea what’s going on in Rockets head right now. “I-“

“I don’t get why he thinks it’s not weird for us to have to evacuate certain rooms of the ship because some girls coming over and he wants to do gross things with her,” he continued on after noticing I wasn’t really ever gonna get out with a full sentence.

His comment made me feel pretty good. “Yeah! Thank you!” I agreed feeling very understood. Nobody cares what stupid girl you’re with Peter. “Like keep it to yourself dude!” I complained feeling myself get a little too hyper about the situation.

Rocket tilted his head at my energy toward this almost as if he was piecing together my secrete rage jealousy toward the situation. “Yeah…” he trailed looking at me in deep thought before snapping out of it. “Well, that’s Quill” he shrugged then started sifting the wires again.

I decided to go and get ready for our arrival on knowhere. We were originally stopping for fuel but now it’s that and Quills booty call. Like he didn’t already have someone to do that for him on the ship. I thought to myself as I dug through my closet for a cute shirt. Am I not good enough? That he has me as a choice but proceeds to go out and bring someone else in like I’m not even here? I picked out a tight white crop top that fit my body perfectly. It was one of my favorite shirts that I always pair with a cute skirt. Maybe she’s better than me in bed. I grimaced while yanking my shirt over my head. I shook those thoughts out of my mind as they were only getting me riled up. I stood and inspected myself in the mirror to take in my very Earthy style. A tight white crop top, white and light blue plaid skirt with grey Nike Air Force 1 high tops. I spun to look at myself from the back when I heard a knock on the door. Not that the knock mattered any because Peter had already been opening it as he was knocking.

“Hey, oooohh,” he grinned while eyeing my outfit from the door. “I like” he sauntered over and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me as we looked into the mirror.

I can’t show any hint of negative emotion because I don’t want Peter connecting it to the this dumb girl. So I do my best to fester up a happy little smile. “Thanks” I put my hands over his as he leaned in and kissed my neck a few times softly.

“You guys are all going to go up to Xardecks to hangout and drink, it should be fun” he informed placing his head in the nape of my neck while swaying us. “Just as long as Rocket and Drax behave” he snickers at the thought of those two ever behaving while drinking.

Ordinarily this would be really fun to me but right now I can’t help but to be a pessimist because the thought of him ditching us for a girl is firing me up. The worst part is that he’s sitting here talking to me like it’s no big deal. Which is what I agreed to… I hate that. “Yeah that’s true, we’ll see” I gave a fake laugh before pulling myself from his grip. “How far are we?” I asked while grabbing my phone from my dresser.

He placed his hands in his pockets. “We’re here actually.” He smiled warmly thinking that this would’ve made me excited. Nope, just a sick feeling in my stomach.

I nodded trying my best to not show the pure disinterest in this conversation. “Cool, is everyone ready to go then?” I asked glancing to the door then back at Peter.

He nodded his head. “Yep, ready to get absolutely plastered,” he joked and stepped closer to me taking my hand into his and leading me to the door frame. “I wish I could be there to witness drunk YN, she’s my favorite” he smirked then pulled me into him and held my hand to his chest while rubbing it with his thumb. His eyes darted around my face taking in my features with a small smile before slowly going in and placing a soft and slow kiss on my lips. “Have fun tonight, don’t do anything I would do” he grinned before letting go of my hand and stepping out of the room.

I followed him out into the hall. “Wouldn’t dream of it” I teased earning a silly look from Peter.

We all piled out of the ship and headed into town in a jardec. What the rest of the galaxy calls their version of Uber. A very fancy space car, and or little pod controlled by a bot. Once we got there Peter parted from us, and the rest of us went into Xardecks, a pretty awesome bar/ club we always went to whenever we’d visited Knowhere.

We walked into the building and set for the bars through the sea of drunken aliens. The crowd was a mix of pretty much everything, all types of people and aliens all mingling together which was basically what Knowhere itself consisted of. Drax lead the way as he was always our little body guard who’d shove through anyone to get a spot at the bar. I’d always been too shy to 1 even get a spot at the bar and 2 be seen by the bartender to order a drink. Drax always had both fronts covered. Sometimes Groot was a little mischievous like right now seeing as he’s extending a branch behind the bartenders back to steal an entire three bottles of some random liquor. He turned to us with a wide smile of excitement to which we all cheered him on, except Nebula who’d seemed pretty annoyed to be in the bar at all.

We took the secret bottles and made our way over to the booths and quickly staked our claim at an empty one, placing down our items and the drinks on the table. These boothes were curved booths with only one side and a table in front of it. We always picked the booths at the back of the building because they were next to the weird fights that they had going on with little alien creatures. The guys loved to place bets and instigate other peoples losses. “Okay, who’s taking a shot with me?” I asked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle and taking a sniff. Immediately I’d cringed at the strong scent of the alcohol which made Rocket and Drax laugh historically.

“Let us handle that sweetheart.” Rocket insisted with a cocky attitude as he swiped the bottle from me and took a few chugs. “Whooh. That’s good” he took a scan of his surroundings before patting Drax on the shoulder. “What are the odds that that guy in the blue punches that dude in the yellow?” He pointed out two men who’d seemingly been placing bets on the creatures.

“If that man punches that man I will buy you five shots!” Drax offered full of excitement at the possibility of violence.

Rocket perked up at the comment before grabbing the second bottle of the three and sliding it over to Drax. “Hell yeah, and if not Vice versa. Take this buddy we’re gonna have some fun” Rocket led Drax off over into the chaos of chanting men. Groot stayed for a minute but not without longing looks for his best friend, eventually he’d apologetically left to go and find them leaving me, Nebula, and Mantis at the booth.

We’d all been sharing the last bottle of liquor passing it around in a little circle. “I wish Peter was here, I feel like we’d be having more fun” Mantis sighed as she sat in the booth watching all the people around us dancing, drinking, or doing something crazy. Her comment made me kind of sad because she was completely right. Whenever we went out with Peter he’d always made sure every single one of us was having fun, there was no sitting down, we were all dancing, drinking, and having fun.

Nebula just silently nodded in agreement while her finger traced the table in boredom. “Yeah, me too,” I admitted somewhat sadly. “Enough of that though, let’s get drunk!” I exclaimed trying to hype everyone up. I plucked the bottle from the table and took a big chug. “Common Mantis your turn lets go!!” I chanted pushing the bottle to her. She smiled widely at my energy and took a big chug but not without a cringe after at the strength of the liquor.

“Common Nebula!!” Mantis joined in the changing which definitely made me feel pretty good. We’d both been chanting on Nebula while she took like four chugs being a little show off. “Yeah nebula!!!!” She yelled out waving her hands in the air.

It’s safe to say us girls were definitely feeling it now. We’d definitely started to get a lot more chaotic and a lot more loud. We’d gotten to about a quarter left of the bottle and we’d been sharing funny embarrassing memories of the boys that have happened over the years. “Oh my gosh I have one!!” Mantis slurred grabbing me and Nebula’s arm. “This one time, we were on Earth and it was during one of the Earth celebrations, E-uh- eister?”

I laughed hysterically at her mistake. The liquor definitely made everything ten times more funny. “It’s Easter” I corrected still giggling.

“Easter!! It was Easter and there were soooo many plastic eggs with candy, Drax picked one up thinking it was a real birds egg but he ended up dropping it to find the candy inside. He picked up a few more eggs off the ground and kept opening them to find more candy, he started FREAKING out saying that the birds on this planet gave birth to candy,” she laughed the entire time while trying to explain the story which made even Nebula laugh a little.

“He’s such an idiot” Nebula smiled enjoying the story. She was drunk as a skunk, her head swaying as she listened to us talk. She was smiling a lot more now than on a sober day. Drunk Nebula is so fun.

I went to go and tell another story when I’d noticed Mantis’s eyes shifted somewhere behind me. “Hey ladies,” a few voices spoke from behind me. I turned around and was met with two guys, one of them was jaw droppingly attractive. “I couldn’t help but notice your bottle was getting pretty low,” hot guys friend motioned toward the bottle.

“We’d love to get you a new one if you’d offer us a seat? There’s so many people here, all the booths are taken” hot guy offered with a polite smile, making sure to make eye contact with each of us girls.

I quickly turned my head to the two knowing full and well Nebula would be the only one to disagree. Though to my surprise she’d just happily shrugged. “Eh why not, but make it two bottles of whatever this is” she slid over the bottle to the boys. The blonde (hot guys friend) picked up the bottle to inspect its label. “Ahh, okay sure, two bottles for a seat, we’ve got ourselves a deal,” he smiled before they both went off to the bar to retrieve the liquor.

As soon as they left I whipped my head around to the girls with a wide grin. “That brown haired guy was SO HOT,” I leaned in excitedly.

Mantis was thriving in my good mood and nodded along with me. “He was very handsome! You should make him your boooyyfriend” she dragged out the last word teasingly with a playful smile.

The thought of that made my heart flutter just a little bit. She’s gonna make me delulu talking like that. “He wasn’t terrible” nebula chimed in.

“So, what I’m hearing is that I should flirt with him?” I asked the group and received all yes’s. I slapped a hand over my mouth feeling the adrenaline kick in. “Guys! I can’t, I don’t know what to say!” I whined as if it weren’t my own idea. I turned to see where they were and luckily I did because they were approaching with three bottles in their hands. I looked back at the girls with a finger to my lips signaling them to be quiet about my little crush.

“We decided on three, that way we can all share,” hot guy informed as Mantis scooted over to the left side next to Nebula and I followed her movement to give the boys some space. Hot guy started to get into the booth before his friend paused his motion.

“Oh wait, my buddy says he thinks he knows you, come here real quick I’m gonna show you a picture of him” the friend waved me over out of the booth. I scooted my way out and over to him to glance at the phone at some random guy.

With a furrowed brow I shook my head. “No, I don’t know him. Must be thinking of someone else”

He nodded in acceptance. “Ah, I figured, no harm in seeing though right?” He smiled warmly and I nodded my head back with a yeah.

When we’d turned to get back in the booth he was quick to get in first and get a spot next to Mantis. That sly dog. I grinned at the realization, hot guy slid in next leaving the last spot open for me.

“So girls, who’s gonna take the first drink?” Hot guy asked while him and his friend opened the lids to two of the bottles.

“Why don’t you-“ Mantis began but got stuck on his name. “What is your name?! We don’t even know?” She laughed leaning over the table in her drunken state.

“I’m Malcom,” the hot guy introduced giving each of us a hand shake. When his hand touched mine it was warm, and soft. I glanced up and made accidental eye contact which sent butterflies soaring through my stomach.

“Nice to meet you Malcom,” I smiled flirtatiously. Drunk me was a whole different girl. I had some pretty decent confidence and flirting skills, because if anything went wrong my motto is that it was the liquor talking not me.

“Lovis,” the other introduced copying his friends actions of shaking our hands.

The three of us introduced ourselves to the guys back. “Well Malcom, and Lovis I think you’re due for the first drink since you bought them” I playfully poked pushing the bottles to both of them.

They played around like I was crazy for saying that then both took massive chugs. “That’s strong stuff! You girls are crazy!” Lovis let out an exhale after drinking it and passed it over to Mantis with a mischievous smile. “Your turn”

We all watched Mantis with a smile as she took her turn, Lovis cheered her on. The bottle went over to Nebula but she took a sip and kept it which made us laugh. We decided to let her do her thing and crack open another bottle. Lovis went to take a sip before Malcom stopped him.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s Mrs. Yn’s turn” he turned to me with an adorable smile before grabbing the bottle from his friend and handing it over. “Let’s see it!” He encouraged.

I smiled back. “Thank you,” I specifically looked at Malcom to tease the fact that Lovis had stolen my turn which made the boys laugh. I took a little sip and put it down.

“Booo” lovis bellowed out making Nebula and Mantis laugh.

“ahh common, you can do better than that!” Malcom pushed the bottle back over. He wrapped his other arm around the back of the booth where I sat, just inches away from being around my shoulder.

I grabbed the bottle and took a few more chugs earning myself some cheers from the group. We continued on getting to know each other and getting drunk. We laughed quite a lot and we felt honestly comfortable with these guys. I could safely say we were having a lot of fun and they were pretty cool guys. At one point in the night Malcom’s arm finally found its way around my shoulder which boosted my confidence to lean into the side of him.

“Guys! Look who the hell decided to show up!” Rocket yelled through a slur making the group turn to look at him. Peter stood there his arm around the girl, he was whispering something into her ear before he finally looked over at the group. When his eyes landed on Malcom’s arm around me he seemed to have zoned out from the conversation for a bit.

“Peter!!!!” Mantis exclaimed “That’s my brother” she explained to Lovis happily.

He played off his emotions with a laugh but he seemed pretty stiff. “Hey guys! The parties here!” He joked taking a sip of his drink. “Who’s this?” He nonchalantly asked Mantis, specifically not me.

“Oh this is Lovis, and Malcom!” She introduced showing Peter who was who with a wide smile. She was just happy to have the people she liked meet.

I couldn’t help myself from continuously looking over at that girl who’d been standing pretty clueless just sipping on her drink. I hate her. “Nice to meet you man,” Malcom reached out to Peter over me slightly.

Peter looked at his hand hesitantly before accepting the shake. “Yeah, for sure” he weirdly responded. He seemed pretty off, his posture was different and the way he was talking just didn’t seem like him.

“Well common everyone sit down!” Mantis insisted while scooting arm to arm with Nebula which she scowled at. Everyone scooted down as much as we could to fit the rest of the group which meant we were all arm to arm, Peter’s girl was going to go in next to me but Peter went in first then grabbed her hand and pulled her into the booth.

He slid all the way down until we were arm to arm and once he was comfortable turned to finally acknowledge my existence. “Oh, hey” he spoke like he didn’t know I was here the whole time.

“Hey,” I kept it short with him because he’s really starting to piss me off. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, maybe I’m being dramatic but whatever.

He didn’t even seem to notice because he just kept on going. He looked over at the two empty bottles us girls had finished before and then the opened one that sat in front of me from last rotation. “Someone’s drunk,” he commented trying to start up a conversation. He nudged me with his shoulder playfully.

I nodded my head giving a small smile, “Yeah, the boys got it for us,” I turned to give Malcom a smile which he returned.

“Speaking of, let’s get that rotation going again huh?” He held the bottle up for me and I drank from it.

He went to go and drink for himself but I grabbed it. “No! I’ll hold it,” I playfully teased him. I placed one hand on his chest as the other held the bottle to his mouth. I watched as he took a few chugs and once he’d finished I’d cheered, and like a chain reaction the rest of the group did. All but Peter. Lovis grabbed the bottle to continue, while I grabbed Malcom’s face holding it for a minute before wiping the spilled liquor from his chin that I’d spilt. “I’m sorry,” I laughed still holding his face.

He glanced down at my lips for a moment and smiled. “Wowww,” he played back. “Spilling all over me,”

I softly pushed his chest with my hand. “You spilled on me too”

He glanced down to my shirt that actually was a little wet from when he’s fed me the drink. “Aww I’m sorry,” he tilted his head with a cute apologetic smile. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

As I was trying to think of a smooth line to snap back with I felt Peter’s body shift closer to mine, now instead of arm to arm we were pretty much just pressed up against each other side to side. I whipped my head to look and see what was going on and he gave me a shrug. “Was making more room,” he said over the music. Before I could turn back around he’d leaned into my ear. “What are we drinking?” He asked me like he couldn’t just ask the other million people at the table.

“I don’t know Groot stole the first ones and then the boys brought us more,” I explained back, he leaned in to me to hear what I was saying. Part of me felt like he really didn’t need to do that because I could hear Lovis who was further than Peter was from me.

He nodded his head. “So what did you guys do while I was gone?” He watched as Malcom had leaned toward Lovis in conversation and his arm slip off of me.

“We just drank and hung out,” I didn’t know what else to say because that’s really all we did.

He looked at me like I did something wrong, and smiled. “That’s it?! What’s my one rule of going out?” He asked but as he was talking managed to slip his arm up on the top of the booth right by my shoulders like Malcom did earlier.

I turned to look and see if Malcom had any reaction to that but he was still deep in conversation with the other side of the table. When I turned and looked back at Peter his expression was sort of pissed off. Maybe it was because I’d looked for Malcom’s reassurance instead of answering his question? He used the hand that was right above my shoulder to reach it down and grab my shoulder giving it a playful shake. “You gotta dance,” he finished his own sentence for me. Funny enough he decided to leave his hand there. He examined my face for a minute and seemed a little panicked that I hadn’t responded like I normally would’ve. “Plus, I know Xardecks like the back of my hand, you don’t wanna drink this, here come on I’m gonna get you something real to drink”

I huffed turning and see Malcom was still in conversation with the rest of the group. Part of me didn’t want to go with Peter because I find it really annoying he’s acting like this now that I finally have a guy. Of course when it’s him with a girl he can do whatever he wants and I just let it happen. I guess I can use this time to talk to him about it, maybe even consider Malcom as a real thing too. I nodded my head that I was going to go and he turned to talk to the girl and tell the rest of this side to let us out.

We got out of the booth and he glanced around behind him, once he did that he quickly placed his hand on the small of my back before I could turn and see too and led me toward the bar. Once it started to get more crowded he went behind me putting his hands on my hips and led me into a spot at the bar. While we were waiting for the bartenders attention he’d leaned against the counter and gave me a smile. He pulled me in closer to him but covered that up with him trying to tell me something. “You having fun tonight?” He asked into my ear over the now much louder music and talking.

I nodded my head and turned to take in the chaos around me. I felt his thumbs start to rub circles on my hips which made my heart flutter until I remembered why I even came over here with him. “Actually, can we talk outside?” I asked him trying to be as sober as possible for this conversation.

His body stiffened at the question and he didn’t say anything for a little bit. He perked up and held his hand to his ear. “Oh hold on wait, listen to the song!” He did his best at distracting me. “It’s the one we always play on the ship no way! Now you have to dance with me,” he lowered his head giving the expression like I just had to do this.

“Peter…” I sighed which he completely ignored and pulled me out to the dance floor anyways.

He put his hands on my hips swaying the both of us while looking at me. His eyes went from my eyes to my lips then back up again. He put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me chest to chest with him in a romantic way, before talking into my ear over the music again. “You look so pretty tonight baby,” he flirted but the way he was talking was so genuine and loving.

He leaned back and held my chin in his hand and rubbed softly. “Peter, I can’t” I pushed his hands off me and took a step back. His eyes widened and he seemed both shocked and scared all at the same time.

He was quick to follow my movement and step closer to me again. He pulled me back in but this time kissed me with hunger. I pulled back from him again and his face dropped. “You don’t even know that guy,” he seemed rather offended and started answering his own assumptions.

Though his comment actually pissed me off because he made me sound like some slut who goes with anyone. “That’s not the point, and you don’t know the girl you’re with either. Kind of like it is with all the girls you fuck,” I spat finally letting all my anger out.

He looked around angrily with a sigh before back at me. “Don’t change the subject, ever since this guy came around things are different with us,” he pushed back with a furrowed brow. The jealously was dripping off of him.

“What are you talking about?! We’ve literally only been around each other for a few hours,” I snapped back growing more annoyed.

“You’re different with him, I don’t act like that with the girls I go with, it’s never that personal, or- or romantic. You were sitting there with your hand on his chest, talking to each other like he’s your fucking boyfriend,” he really started to let loose now and I could tell this was all from his heart because he was just piling out everything he felt, some of the stuff didn’t even connect with the point he was making before.

I rolled my eyes at this and turned away from him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back again and held me there for a minute before letting go when I yanked away. “I don’t care what you do with those other girls, I don’t care what you do, who you do, it’s none of my business, you live your life and do your thing and I’ll do mine,” I somewhat broke it off with that one sentence hoping he’d get the gist. The flooding of angry and jealous emotions really took over all rational parts of me and now I’m just acting on emotion and alcohol.

“What?” His mouth propped open then turned into a frown. “No,” he seemed to have been saying this more to himself than to me, like he couldn’t believe it. “You don’t want that,” he pleaded with his eyes. “Tell me, is that actually what you want?” His breathing started to get heavy and his eyes searched mine. He knew the answer he was aching for.

“I’m sorry I don’t do this, I never should’ve. I don’t hook up, I don’t do friends with benefits, I thought that it would save me from feeling my last breakup but now I’m just as sad about this. It’s not who I am I don’t do this, okay?” I felt myself started to get worked up and I knew if I didn’t get out of the building now then everyone in there would see me cry. I shoved myself through the crowd as fast as I could before Peter could pull me back into him again. I wandered off into the night street and blessed the lord when I saw an empty jardec pod. I rushed and climbed inside of it looking around for the button to type in where I’m heading.

“Yn, wait” Peter yelled out from the doors of the building. I started typing fast knowing he’d be making his way over. I can’t handle talking to him right now, it’s not going to go anywhere and I just want to be alone. Right as he was a few steps away from the pod I’d sent my location and it started to drive away.

I put it in to send me to the ship which was about fifteen minutes away. I sat in a sad silence looking out the window at the city around me. I saw a flashing light from my phone when I picked it up to see three missed calls from Peter and one from Mantis. With a huff I tucked my phone back into my pocket and sat out the rest of my ride. One I made it I trudged into the dark and quiet ship, all the way to my bedroom. I plugged my phone in seeing that I’d now had five missed calls from Peter. I figured I’d just talk to him in the morning when I was sober. I was sure I would at least be a decent person and tell him I was home safe. I sent him a quick text.

| Talk to you tomorrow, I’m in the ship right now. Tired. Goodnight, have fun

After literally seconds he’d already responded before I could leave the chat.

| please don’t fall asleep I’m almost there, I need to talk to you

As I was reading I heard another ding

| I’m serious, please

My heart started racing. He’s coming here, he’s almost here. I have no idea what I’m gonna say but I really don’t want to deal with any sadnesses tonight. I paced around my room until finally I’d heard some noise on the ship. My eyes widened and I stood there just listening as his foot steps got closer. The door knob twisted and in came Peter slowly and cautiously. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time as he walked up to me. His eyes seemed irritated and red like he’d been crying or something of the sort. “Can I just say that I never ever wanted to hurt you.” He seemed sad, and he spoke so delicately to me like I was a wounded little bird. “I don’t want you to go,” he admitted full of emotion.

I felt my heart drop at that comment. Peter’s been through a lot, especially after what happened with Gamora. He’s got some trauma and I can see now that even smaller things like this effect him a lot. Tears swelled up in his eyes which he did his best to choke back by clearing his throat and looking away from me. “Peter, I’m not gonna go,” I softly comforted, I reached my hands up and turned his face to me. I rubbed the sides of his cheek while looking into his eyes.

“Not like that yn,” his eyes glanced down at my lips and stayed there. “At first I was doing all that to get over gamora, then I started to realize what we had was real, and I got scared. So I started doing it to get over you,” he glanced back up at my eyes now trying to see my reaction to his confession. So all this time, all those girls, was him trying to get over me? “I just assumed you didn’t feel the same and I know it’s stupid to not have talked to you, but- I don’t know.”

He put his hands over the backs of my hands until I dropped mine while I was taking in what he said. He took that opportunity to rub my cheek instead. His hand trailed down to my chin, until his thumb traced over my lips. “I fell in love with you,” he whispered.

I stood there silent and shell shocked. He. what? “I planned so many different ways to tell you and I never wanted it to be like this but, I couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else. And I know that’s not fair, I know that’s what we agreed on, but I don’t want that,” he rambled on getting a little nervous. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you, I don’t want anyone else to be with you, to even so much as think about you, I want you to myself,” he admitted and trailed his hand back to my jaw.

For a while I was mesmerized. I looked into his pretty teary eyes, his handsome nose all the way down to his perfect plump lips. I said nothing, all I did was nod my head and it was enough for him to know what I meant and what I wanted. At that he immediately leaned in and kissed me. This one was hungry, and full of passion, one hand on my jaw and the other wrapped in my hair on the back of my head softly. I had one hand on the side of his face and the other on his chest as we shared that kiss for a little while. Once we’d backed away we’d both caught our breathe. “I fell for you too Peter, a long time ago,” It felt so good to finally admit it, and the look on his face right now made it so much better. “I want you all to myself, ALL to myself,” I reiterated the last part dramatically with a smile making him chuckle and place his forhead on mine.

“I couldn’t agree more baby,” he couldn’t stop smiling and truthfully neither could I. He was finally mine. A love that was there all along and I never knew.

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[buckysmischief]

cosmic hangover

Peter Quill x reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: The summer fling you really could have done without

Warnings: language, issa lil angsty

AN: this was written for @stuckonjbbarnes​ & her first challenge, but im late pls forgive me 😭

Masterlist | Part Two

“Get out, Quill!”

“Star Lord.” he tried.

“That’s not cute anymore.” you deadpanned, “You’re also not a lord, you’re a thief.”

A few months ago you met Peter Quill, a non-alien alien womanizer, who you were finally realizing was a grade A asshole. He told you he came back to Earth for business, which you knew to be true, but he stayed for you. Which, in hindsight, wasn’t an absolute lie.

You were a trust fund baby, and it wasn’t like you went around bragging about it, but when you just so happen to attend a party hosted by Tony Stark and half the guest list saved the entire fucking universe, it was easy for Quill to get all the information he needed.

At first, he was just going to try and sleep with you, because what’s there to lose? But when Rocket found out about how much you worth and the connections you had, they both decided a Summer in New York probably wasn’t the worst idea.

“Yeah at first, but then I got to kno-” he tried pleading, but you weren’t hearing it.

“Don’t you even think about finishing that sentence! You’re standing in front of my safe, which is open, holding my favorite necklace… nothing you say is going to change that.” you moved out of the door way and pointed, telling him one last time he needed to leave.

Walking over to the safe, you pick up the jewelry Peter dropped, saving the necklace for last. It was more of a dainty choker, really, just a string of diamonds. There wasn’t anything special about it, but it was your favorite, you wore it everywhere. Which is probably why he thought it was so valuable. I should have listened to Tony. I shouldn’t have ignored the signs. I should have trusted my head and not my heart. This called for two things: ice cream and self-loathing, aka “Let’s look back on all the times you were a dumbass, YN”.

He won you over just by talking about his adventures in space, conveniently leaving out how illegal most of them were.You didn’t know about any of that until Tony noticed you hanging around Peter more, “This guys a professional con artist, YN. Just keep your eyes open and keep the rosey glasses off, okay?” “Yeah, well. I hope you’re wrong.” “Me too, kid.”

A few weeks later held one of the hottest days of the summer, so what else was there to do than host a small cookout? You invited a few friends from college, an avenger or two, Peter who refused to be called an avenger because iM gUaRdIaN oF tHe gAlaXy and his friends. But like every other time you invited them, they didn’t show up. Peter insisted it was because they would miss you too much when it was time for them to leave, but that wasn’t stopping him?

Skip to later that afternoon, you were laying on a pool floaty listening to Bucky chat up your old roommate. That’s right Bucky, chat up the history buff, feed that ego. But your attention was brought to your kitchen, “Hey Peter, come here.” He was eating still, and sitting right by the kitchen, maybe he heard something?

“Miss me already, beautiful?” he winked, sitting at the edge of the pool.

“In your dreams Quill.”

“tsk tsk, Starlord.” he corrected.

“Ah, yes, Starlord, this is probably more a job for you anyways.” you laugh, swimming over to him. “But seriously, I coulda sworn I saw something move in my kitchen. You were right there, did you hear anything? I’m worried an animal accidently got in, it’s happened before.”

“I didn’t, but I can go check if you want me to?”

“You’d do that?”

“I’d do anything for you, YN.”

He eventually came back and said if something got in, there wasn’t any sign of it. But what you didn’t know was that it was actually Rocket you saw. He was scoping out the inside of your house, looking for all your hiding spots, figuring what he was going to take and how he was going to take it.

And of course you didn’t know that, Peter wouldn’t have told you that he found his friend in your house. Because that would mean telling you the truth about everything, but that would mean telling you the truth. That, yeah, he has feelings for you..now. But he wasn’t ready to tell you that you were a job, and he couldn’t only be half honest with you. Either all of it was a lie or none of it was.

After that night, you started noticing things going missing over the week, weird things. A watermelon, your bottle of conditioner, half of your knives, and one of your charm bracelets were missing from your dresser. When you checked your security cameras and nothing came up, you decided it was time to call Tony. He informed you that someone hacked your security feed, but that he could fix and improve it for you.

Which is how you found yourself here, eating ice cream out of the carton, crying over your kinda boyfriend from space.

You had been out all day running errands, and thankfully you were getting home sooner that planned. Which means Peter can come over sooner, too. When you were pulling into your neighborhood though, you got an alert that your security feed was being tampered with again. Tony made it to where you could see live, and whoever was hacking it would think they were getting away with it still. When you opened the live feed of your bedroom, you never expected to see Peter opening your safe (on his first try) and take out your belongings.

It wasn’t even worth fighting him about, you were a love drunk idiot who let him con his way into your life and it was time for you to just sober up and pretend he didn’t exist. 

And you should probably call Tony and see if he could just help you find a new house, one where Peter wouldn’t be able to find you.

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