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Dating Peter Quill:
Meeting Peter at a bar when him and the Guardians are out celebrating a successful mission
Him noticing you’re getting some unwanted attention, and he’s about to go help you out when you end up beating all the guys up on your own
And Peter is incredibly impressed, and a little intimidated
Him trying to be super smooth and charming when he approaches you, which doesn’t really work out
“Hey, I’m Peter. You probably know me by Star-Lord. I was going to give you a hand with those guys bothering you.” “I had it handled. I’ve never heard that name in my life.” “Come on, really?”
But you think Peter is cute because he’s so goofy, and the two of you hit it off
Peter taking you to the Milano to show it off, but then the Guardians get a call for a mission, and you get dragged into it
But you work well with the team and they all take a liking to you, and at the end of it all, Peter is begging you to become a Guardian
“y/n, you’re super badass. Even Rocket likes you, and I can’t say that to a lot of people. What do you say – want to become a Guardian of the Galaxy? And, uh, while we’re at it, wanna go out on a date with me, too?” “I’d love to, Peter. Both the Guardian part and the date part.”
You and Peter always playfully teasing each other
Him playing you all his favorite songs so often that you memorize the lyrics to them pretty quickly
The two of you singing together, and Peter coaxing you to dance around with him every once in a while
Him always getting super proud when you’re kicking ass in missions
Wearing his red leather jacket
The both of you avoiding telling each other ‘I love you’ for a long time, since the both of you get a little nervous
But when you almost get killed on a mission, Peter blurts it out
“y/n, I love you! Jesus, I’ve been so scared to say it, and I almost lost you and I never got to tell you.” “I love you too, Peter. I should’ve said it earlier, too.”
Meeting him of Yondu’s ship. He called you his ‘little weirdo.’ because you were clumsy as hell as a child and was so helpless he couldn’t help but take you in.
Since you were a kid you were all over Peter, as he was a Terran and you were amazed at the things he told you about human life, especially the great Kevin Bacon.
Growing up with him and eventually joining him on his ship, as his healer if he ever got injured. You preferred not to fight.
Him adoring the way you’d be puzzled about human ways, and him allowing you to listen to his Walkman with him.
I GUARENTEE he’d be steering the ship and he’d pull you onto his lap as you listened to ‘come and get your love’ together.
Being shy around him as he was so confident and you were still that confused, clumsy child from years ago.
Following him when he got into trouble for stealing that Orb, and failing to fight Gamora, Rocket and Groot.
You’d still accidentally follow him into the prison though.
Peter being extremely protective of you like HELL, seriously. I mean if someone tried to touch you, he wouldn’t even try to distract them first…he’d just start a fight like they better run lmao.
Meeting the guardians and becoming close with Mantis since you were kinda in the same boat here.
Being overprotective of the guardians, especially Peter since he was a Terran and was weaker than the others so he could get hurt easier.
They made you the healer of the group and you looked after Baby Groot when you were on missions.
One time Peter came back with TWO MASSIVE GASHES on his back, claiming they were ‘just a scratch.’
You cried you eyes out at the thought of him getting injured or dying on a mission and him having to kiss you to get you to shut up.
TBH that was when you started having a ‘thing’ for each other.
Him stealing kisses sneakily but you managing to dodge his slightly nsfw intentions, as you were highly inexperienced.
You being slightly insecure around Gamora, since she was like a freAKING GODDESS and was so badass that you felt like you were useless and that Peter could do better.
Him always reassuring you that he loves your clumsiness and that you aren’t a fighter; he loved our role as the ‘Mum’ of the group.
Because you were so gentle, he’d ADORE being the little spoon when you slept, as he felt so cared for and cherished.
ALWAYS TEASING YOU about literally everything, making you so flustered.
Eventually Rocket convinced you to change something when you’d had enough of it.
EVIL (Y/N) ACTIVATED.
One day he’d casually walk past you and you’d slAM YOUR LIPS ONTO HIS AND GUIDE HIM TO THE BEDROOM, TEARING HIS CLOTHES OFF
And he’d be like WOW OK THIS IS SOMETHING.
You looked confident but it was only when you’d both stripped when you realised you had no clue what the fuCK YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO DO.
To make matters even worse, he accidentally set his Walkman off and you’d both burst out laughing.
That night u didn’t even do the deed and Rocket was soooo ashamed of you.
Basically you were the funniest couple around and the guardians absolutely adored you.
zayum, absolutely you may! (this turned out way longer than it was supposed to rip me)
To say the bar (Y/n)’s cousin dragged her to was a little worse for wear was an understatement. Like everything else in this town the walls were worn and the lights were dim; the only difference was this place smelt of sweat and beer rather than mold and mothballs like everywhere else.
WARNINGS: sad themes, mention of depression, song fic, au where they’re not superheroes.
SUMMARY: you were feeling down in the dumps, so your best friend, peter parker, takes you out to a coffee shop where they’re holding an event.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s to the first fic i’ve ever published but not the first i’ve written. i may make this into a series, i have a part two in the works 🙂 the song is “another one of those days” by cavetown
“Thanks for taking me out, Peter,” you said, sipping from the warm mug of Joe you hand in your hands.
“No problem. Always there for a friend!” He gave you one of his big, puppy smiles. You had been feeling down in the dumps lately, so you called Peter Parker. He was always telling you how he hated when you isolated yourself and how bad it was for you, and that you should talk to someone when you weren’t having a good day. “A good friend will always call or text you back and you can talk to them,” he always told you, and today you took his advice. So, here you were, at an open mic night at a little coffee shop that Peter was looking forward too and was glad to bring a friend.
Sitting on a couch near the one of the side walls, you and Peter had a clear view of the area cleared for the performances. So far tonight, you had seen a five minute skit about a struggling horror author who sold his soul so the book could write itself, around seven poets who each deserved awards for writing such beautiful things, a kid with a ukulele singing a song he wrote, and someone who did a stand-up act and was very funny. You clapped (or snapped as it deemed appropriate) to everyone, good or bad, everyone was great in their own way.
Just as the guy who did the stand up comedy act was saying goodbye and everyone was clapping as he walked off, your eyes caught on a man who was standing up.
He had light brown hair that looked almost red, with some facial hair over his oval shaped face. He was tall, wide shouldered, muscular but not ripped, wearing a grey graphic long sleeves shirt and a pair of ripped black jeans with a pair of boots. He was a very handsome man, and he was holding an acoustic guitar. Walking up to the stage, your eyes followed him as he sat down on the stool that some of the previous performers had sat on and adjusted the microphone to accommodate his height.
“Good evening,” he said with a smile. Peter nudged you with the back of his hand, so you leaned closer to him.
“That guy looks familiar to me,” he said in a whisper to you. “I think I’ve seen him back when I worked with Mr. Stark.”
“Or maybe he’s been to other shows?” You asked, still not taking your eyes off of the man behind the microphone. He continued talking.
“My name’s Peter Quill, and, uh, I’m going to be doin’ a cover of one of my favourite songs that kind of has a big impact on my life right now. It’s called ‘Another One Of Those Days’ and I hope you guys like it.” There was some claps and Peter brought his hand down on the strings with no chords before adjusting himself and starting the song. There was a small instrumental introduction before he started singing.
“Cycling down town,
Thought the fresh air would pick me up.
Up, up, and away from the ground,
But there’s no talking dog up here.”
The moment he started singing, you were hooked. His deep voice resonated through the cafe, filled with a certain sadness. It wasn’t just ordinary sadness, it was loss. He was grief stricken by something, and he turned it into a beautiful cover of a beautiful song. The room was dead silent, save for the music he produced.
“I saw a girl in my dreams but I don’t remember her name.
I guess it’s just another one of those days,
When I’m missing everything.
Carousel round and round,
Like a kid’s toy you wind me up.
And I’ve got nothing to say,
So you just throw me in the dump truck.
Hoping ‘round the corner I’ll see her.”
His moss green eyes looked far away when they were open, sometimes making eye contact with the crowd, sometimes looking at his guitar. His boot tapped softly on the ground with the tempo of the mellow song.
“Passed that kid from chemistry who made fun of my name.
He didn’t look very happy,
I guess we all turn out the same.
I saw a girl in my dreams, she kissed me on the face.
I guess it’s just another one of those days,
When I’m missing everything.
When she shows up she can sit on my shoulders,
‘Cause I’m so strong, I wish.”
He smiled as he sang and looked up and coincidentally, looked right at you and he was here and not far off in his memories. You gave him a small smile back, and he looked at you a little longer than he did anyone else before returning to his guitar.
“But for now I’ll just be lonely,
And my arms will feel so bare.
Dreaming ‘bout her body ‘round me,
With my fingers in her hair.
It might be so easy, but I am just too scared,
‘Cause I saw a girl in my dreams, but she doesn’t like me.
I saw a girl in my dreams…”
He strummed once more, holding out the last note before ending with an exhale. The previously silent room clapped for him, a couple girls cheering. You clapped as well, snapping out of the trance his voice put you in. Peter clapped next to you, telling you he thought it was good, though he didn’t know the original song. You did however and decided after the show you were going to tell the other Peter you liked the song.
*
It was getting late, and the coffee shop was closing and the show was ending.
“You gonna go talk to him, (Y/N)?” Peter asked. “I think he’s packin’ up.” He pointed to the back of the shop where he was indeed putting his guitar in it’s case.
“Yeah,” you said, standing up. “I’ll be right back.” You walked over to him and he looked over to you when you got close.
“Hey,” he said to you, raising a hand in a wave.
“Hey,” you replied and put your hands in your pockets. “I really liked your song.”
“Heh, thank you. It’s not much really, but it’s something I like doin’.”
“You’re welcome. My name’s (Y/N).” You extended your hand.
“Peter Quill. Would you like to get a bite to eat or coffee sometime? I don’t usually do that, but you are very pretty and seem very nice.” He gave you a smile while returning your handshake, his eyes soft and questioning.
“Yeah, I’d like that. Maybe you can tell me about some of the music you like.” You smiled back, unable to contain it and brushing some hair behind your ear.
“Here, let me give you my number and we can set a date and time.” He walked over to the counter and pulled a pen out of one of his pockets and wrote his number on a napkin before walking back over and handing it to you. You took it from him with a “thank you.”
“I gotta get back to my friend, he’s kind of my ride. I’ll see you around, Peter Quill.”
He chuckled and said his goodbyes as well, you making you way back to Peter Parker. You looked at the napkin he’d given you. It had his number and a note on it.
Request: Can you please do a peter quill imagine where the guardians come down to earth and meet the avengers? the reader is part of the avengers. when the guardians are having a “meeting” with the avengers, Y/N comes down singing one of the songs from the awesome mixes. and peter falls head over heels and it’s all very fluffy. thank you.
You sat next to Peter, in the cockpit. Both of you had your eyes focused on the stars that lay before you. There hadn’t been many other ships for awhile and you didn’t have an exact location in mind, so there wasn’t much hands on piloting to do. As much as you loved the excitement of battles and chases, it was nice to have a moment to yourselves. Just you, Peter, and the stars. Well, it wasn’t technically just the two of you, but as long Groot kept Rocket calm, it seemed like it was just the two of you.
“Space is truly incredible, isn’t it?” Peter mused beside you.
“Yeah.” You were quiet for a moment, as your mind began to wander, before you spoke up again, “You ever miss Earth though?”
He quickly looked over at you, like he was shocked anyone would want to be anywhere but here.
“Not really, no.” He hesitated. “Do… you?”
“Yeah. I love it out here, don’t get me wrong. The adventures, the fights, you, the other guardians. It’s all great. But sometimes,” You sighed. “I miss movie theaters and going to get a burger with my friends and Netflix and zoos, I mean normal zoos with lions and elephants and shit, and,” You took a sharp breath in. “I miss my family.”
“Can’t relate.” He looked back out the window, his jaw set. You had momentarily forgotten everything his father had done.
“Come on, Pete. There must be something you miss.”
He was silent, but you could tell from the look on his face that he was thinking, searching his mind for something he missed about his home.
“I’d sell my soul for a cheesy snack,” he said in all seriousness.
“You’d sell your soul?” you laughed.
He looked back at you, a smile forming across his face. “Yeah, man. I’d sell my soul.” When you didn’t stop laughing, he added, “I’m serious! I’ve been craving a cheesy snack for forever!”
“I can tell you’re serious,” you choked out before even more laughter came tumbling out. You couldn’t quite put a finger on why his answer was so funny to you. After all you had said you missed burgers and zoos. Was cheesy snacks really that different? Maybe it was his solemn delivery. Maybe it was that you had been doing nothing but staring at the vast emptiness of space for hours and simply needed to laugh. It didn’t really matter. You were laughing and Peter was giving you a stern look, that threatened to break at any second.
When it did break, which took a few seconds longer than you expected, the sound of your combined laughter echoed through the room, and probably filled most of the ship. Peter tried to hush you, but it came out uneven as his giggles came through.
“Come on, you don’t want the rest of the gang to come up here to see what the hubbub is all about do you?”
“Hubbub?” You raised an eyebrow, before covering your mouth as you divulged into even more laughter.
He reached over, smacking you lightly on the arm.
“Ok, ok.” You took a deep breath, to even your tone. “Next time we stop off on Earth, we get you some cheesy snacks and then we go see some elephants.”
Peter stood in front of you in his Star-lord get up, blasters in hand. You bit down on your lip and nodded your head slowly. “Uh,huh.”
You watched him move closer to the bed and he twirled the blasters in his hand, making you groan a little.
“Shit, did I just find your weakness?”
Again you could only respond with a hushed. “Uh, huh.”
His knees touched the edge of the bed and he holstered the blasters. “Helmet on or off?”
Removing your shirt in a rush, you held out a hand to him. He took it and let you pull him down against your body. Wrapping your legs around his waist, your fingers touched the helmet. “Keep it on, Star-lord.”
Peter groaned and bucked his hips against you. “You just found my weakness, sweetheart.”
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