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It’s always been you
By fr3g-fr0g-0racl3
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Tags: confession, miscommunication cause yeah, slight angst, fluff

You had been with the guardians for long enough to know their little ticks and habits but you could never properly understand Quill. He would seem so content around you some days yet absolutely uncomfortable the next. There was nothing to explain it in your mind except that he just was plain bothered by you. The only days he’d seem comfortable around you was when someone else was nearby, otherwise he’d just seem different, as if your presence was a problem.

On one of those days where the two of you were alone in the ship’s kitchen you noticed the way he kept his distance. It was as if you were some sort of threat to him and in the awkward silence you decided to speak. “Peter, you can always ask me to leave if I make you uncomfortable. You know that right?” More silence. “You don’t- why- I’m not uncomfortable.” He struggled to form a sentence, as if there were too many thoughts racing through his mind at once and he hesitated to even move. “Don’t try to explain yourself. I understand if you need me to go.” The tone of your voice was filled with poison, you were snapping at him in a way you never thought you would.

You shut the door to the fridge and left before he could respond and left to your room but not before muttering something you wished you could take back. “Why even have me replace your damn girlfriend if you’re just gonna be a bitch to me all the time…”

As you sat on the edge of your bed plush in hand, and your outfit only consisting of an oversized shirt and boxers, you felt a stream of tears threaten to stain your cheeks. “What was I thinking? There is no way he’s ever going to forgive me for that…” You knew you could’ve just spoken like a regular person and just asked why he was the way he was around you and you knew that the way he acted could’ve just been you over analyzing. Despite your rationalizing you still felt as if you’d done the worst thing in the world. Assuming that he was uncomfortable? Assuming he hated you? For some reason you always thought the world would end with every decision you made involving him.

There was no way. This was just general anxiety right? You shouldn’t, you couldn’t be… he’d been grieving the loss of Gamora and you were sitting here realizing that you were in love with him. To make matters worse you had poured salt to the wound when you had snapped at him. “Wallace what is wrong with me?” Laying back on your bed you pulled the plush manatee Mantis had bought you closer before realizing that Peter was standing at the door, watching you as he knocked. “Can I come in?” You hoped deep inside that he hadn’t seen you talking to your plush but as soon as you thought about it he spoke up again. “Or does Wallace not want me around right now?” You wished you could groan in embarrassment but instead you simply motioned for him to sit next to you.

It took you all but four minutes to realize what you were wearing when he walked in. Four damn minutes. The thing is that he didn’t seem to mind and if you pushed him out so suddenly… You were worried that he’d assume that you’d changed your mind and leave. That’s why despite your best judgment you let him sit next to you. You who was only wearing a t-shirt and panties. You who had just figured out your feelings for him. You were the one sitting inches away from him, on your bed, in your room, behind closed doors. God it was horrible timing and your heart was beating but you thought it’d be better to get it done and over with.

To your surprise, he cuts you off before you even make a sound, you wanted to curse him, thinking he might do something stupid but instead he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and spoke. “I uh- I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I was uncomfortable around you or that I hated you. I’ve just been….” He trails off, mumbling things you don’t quite hear and you shake your head. “It was wrong of me to snap at you like that Quill, although I did think you hated me.” You weren’t going to lie and pretend that he didn’t give off that vibe, if you were going to admit to your feelings lying to spare his feeling was just simply out of the question. “No, no that was reasonable, you called me out for my behavior so don’t apologize. Yeah it wasn’t the nicest but we both know that I’m dense and if you were too nice about it I wouldn’t understand.”

It did help that he was at least self aware but you knew you had to apologize for the comment you made involving Gamora, it wasn’t fair of you to go there. “Okay but still Peter, I shouldn’t have insinuated that you used me as a replacement for Gamora. That was just completely wrong of me.” He was glad you took accountability for the comment as he nodded his head and stood back up to leave, looking back at you, hoping that now you both could be more comfortable around each other. “Hey wait- there was something else I needed to tell you… I know my timing is way off but, I think that I really like you Peter…”

Silence. Crap was your timing really that bad? Did he think you were making a cruel joke or something? But you just had that great moment of communication, what the hell?
“It’s always been you. Since she died you were there, in ways I didn’t know I needed, not as a replacement but more like- just being there and you did the little things she did. Like- like when you help me with my laundry you joke about my stupid boxers or when I’m eating an insanely horrid food combination you scrunch your face but you laugh about it and let me eat in peace instead of nagging me. It’s been you for a long time, you are who I like but, but I worry that being with you means I forget her…”
More silence but this time it was from you. There were so many thought going through your mind regarding this but legitimately what would you say that would actually help? You decided you’d try anyway as you took a deep breath before speaking. “You won’t forget her, but you can let go in a sense… that doesn’t mean she’s not- y’know here in a way. I’m willing to wait. I’ll wait a hundred years for you to be ready.” He nodded, teary eyed and still nervous as he leaned down to you just to hug you tight. “Thank you.”
Authors Note: Y’all got a two (make that three as of now) for one fuckin special cause I wrote this and I’m gonna give y’all a part two for the last fic. On a side note I’m gonna let these be as cringe as possible cause it’s way funnier for me to watch people suffer reading through them. Yes I know this was short but I need to slowly work my way back to writing bigger pieces tbh. I just got a lot goin on
ALRIGHT IT’S TIME.
I will be returning soon (on the eighth to be exact) and I have a few fics planned out and would just like to see how many people are interested. (Eddie is a maybe since I’m not 100% on his age but I like to give y’all options)
This might become a monthly thing just to help me since I’m way too indecisive
I’m not coming back online but just wanted to pop in to say that I absolutely loved watching, Elvira: Mistress of the Dark! It’s such a fun movie tbh
I’m gonna level with y’all. I have too many fictional crushes that I will never write fics for, mainly because like they might be my age now but like writing stuff like that can give gross people material. I’m not entirely sure if that was a coherent sentence but I think y’all can sorta understand what I mean.
On top of that it’s just not a good idea because like- I kinda idolize characters I like a lil too much to the point that the characters don’t act like themselves. I want my writing to be as consistent as possible to a character because it’s just a good thing to get used to if I ever want to write a book.
Y’all I’m working on the next fics and new stuff but I have been swamped with trying to get work and a lot of personal health things.
Please be patient and in the meantime y’all can leave suggestions, requests or commissions in my DMs

Okay so Love Theoretically still has some of the problems that Love on the Brain had for me. Once again this is just my opinion though so it’s not like I’m the end all be all of this. (I would like to be spared from burning at the stake)

It still feels like the same characters repackaged and personally that’s not what I was hoping for but I mean she has a niche she wants to stick to. I do wish that the characters could feel different to me but maybe it’s not the book and it’s me.

I also dislike how upfront and in your face the books are when it comes to real world commentary and it kinda cheapens the commentary itself for me. Like if you’re going to be upfront about it at least provide a short follow up sentence with the characters thoughts.

The male lead as always to me, felt very flat and personally I don’t look for that but that’s just hazlewood’s way of writing so 🤷🏻

Y’know I Play Dirty
By fr3g-fr0g-0racl3
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Tags: protective and possessive (only if ya squint), drunk reader, and flirting
Drinking with your boyfriend wasn’t always easy though you know it came from a genuine place of concern. He was always making sure you were okay, that no one was bothering you too much and although it could be a bit overbearing you did appreciate it. Though Scoresby... he made things different.
It was common for Scoresby to hit on most of the girls aboard the ship even without the excuse that he was “drunk” and most people knew he was just being disgustingly touchy. Today he decided to play drunk but with you as his target since he knew you’d be oblivious to his tendencies. The room wasn't loud but it was busy enough that no one really paid attention to the man as he slid over next to you. “Hey there cutie, you drinkin' alone?” The comment fell on deaf ears as you took a sip from your drink and got comfortable on the couch, not wanting to be bothered by anyone tonight.
Luckily not too far from you was Quaritch, having a quick chat with the rest of his group and he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he got when Scoresby was eyeing you. He knew that you could handle yourself, but it was hard for him not to immediately rush over to ensure you were safe. “What cat got your tongue or are ya just surprised that a hot shot like me is talkin' to ya?” Scoresby got up in your face, so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath. The sudden violation of space was already a red flag so you decided against being delicate with your words. “If you’ve forgotten I have a boyfriend Scoresby and I'm not the type to cheat. Also, I’d rather not smell a pathetically cheap cologne that reeks of desperation.”
Surprisingly he backed off despite his nature with a scowl on his face. “You may be pretty but that’s a dirty mouth you got... Someone oughta put you in your place” You would’ve slapped him right then and there but Scoresby got dangerously close to touching your inner thigh as he spoke. “I think I can be the one to-” He cut himself off as Quaritch strode over, ruffling your hair as he passes you before he slightly pushes Scoresby off of you. "I thought I warned you, I'd only be nice once. Now back off." Scoresby decided to be ballsy though and pulled him by the collar "Or what? We both know this one likes me better." Now you knew that since you were technically only borrowing the ship that anything you did to Scoresby could negatively impact your "mission" but at that moment you couldn't care. The man looked at you as if you were meat and you were about to hit him before Quaritch instead grabbed Scoresby by the neck, lifting him up off of the couch. "Say something like that again and I'll snap your neck or even better I'll let the girls on board do what they want to you, hell knows I'd get in on it." You noticed that as he spoke his ears pinned back, his tail stood up and to you, it was surprisingly attractive to see him this upset. It was something that didn't happen often or well at all, at least not in front of you. There was just something about the way he looked in that moment that made you long for his touch. As you were lost in thought Scoresby eventually was able to get out of Quaritch's grip, grumbling as he leaves and not even daring to look at you out of fear. With that Miles turned and embraced you tightly, peppering your face with kisses. "Cupcake I didn't scare you did I?" You were taken aback by the question. Why would he be worried that he scared you? "Not at all hon, I actually really liked seeing you like that but can we go? I don't want him coming back and just..." You stopped before you could even finish the thought and shook your head. "Hey, hey, look at me, baby. It'll be okay and we can leave okay? C'mere baby, I'll carry you." He knelt down so you could get onto his back, lifting you up to make sure you were comfortable and he held onto you tight. "Alright, are you ready cupcake?" His tone became so much softer and sweeter compared to his menacingly low voice from before. "Mhm, I'm ready." With that, he carried you to your shared room and helped you get comfortable but you noticed that he was being overly cautious. He didn't touch you at all in fact it felt like he was avoiding you. "Hon... are you really that scared of hurting me?" Miles nodded as he gently yet still cautiously takes your hand before he cupped your face with the other. "I don't exactly know how to comfort you right now cupcake and I don't want to do anything wrong." It was normal for him to be open and vulnerable with you but this was different. He seemed unsure for once compared to how protective he normally was. "I think all I want right now... is to have you hold me that's it." A pause. "Okay." He gets close to you slowly and wraps his arms around you before hearing a quiet sob escape from you. "Cupcake? It's okay, let it out and breathe baby." Your sobs became louder at the comfort and as you tried to explain everything he does nothing but listen, only interrupting when he needs you to breathe. You felt angry, disgusted, and upset but most of all you felt unsafe. No amount of comfort could fix that.
As long as you were on that ship that lingering fear wouldn’t leave and despite needing the ship Quaritch knew he couldn’t put you through that. He knew that if you went back to Hell’s Gate you’d still be uneasy. Despite knowing it could cause a different kind of danger he ultimately decided to suggest it once your sobs had gone quiet again. “We can leave. We can take the banshee and we can leave.” This came as a shock to you, it was something you thought he’d never consider. “Do you really mean it?” Soft hiccups broke up your words as you thought about it. “Yes baby, I’d do anything for you. I just want you to be happy and safe.”
To be continued??
Relájate Princesa
By fr3g-fr0g-0racl3
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Tags: comfort, fluff + mention of the horny, aftercare, like a sensual massage, mentions of like horny time spanking and things like that

You were a sniffling mess in his arms and he absolutely adored it. The adorable mess you became after he was rough with you was just a perk of dating you. “Estás bien mí amor?” His voice low and husky makes your ears burn with a slight desire. “Yes, yes I’m okay just ngh- I’m sore Miguel.”
As you speak he draws circles on your back gently in an attempt to comfort you and traces the curves of your body with his free hand. “Aww I’m sorry princesa but punishments are supposed to hurt.” You look up at him with an innocently teasing pout and you place a quick kiss on his cheek. “I know darling but still… can’t you at least give me a little massage?” A dark chuckle from him rattles you slightly as it’s unexpected. “You know I was going to anyway. You’re mine to take care of princesa.”
He had you laid down on the warm fur blankets of your shared bed as he poured out a bit of massage oil onto your back. The feeling was strangely warmer than you’d expected and it caused a slight flinch from you. “Relájate princesa, I’m gonna start slow okay?” All you manage is a nod and in response Miguel tilts your head so you’re looking at him. “Con palabras mí amor, con palabras. Necesito oírte claramente.” Just hearing him ask sent a shiver down your spine as you spoke.
Your voice was barely louder than a whisper as you answered him. “Yes, yes Miguel please just touch me…” The slight whine in your tone made him chuckle. Suddenly his hands were on you, the comforting touch to your sore body let you relax a bit more and he noticed this almost instantly. “Alright then princesa, solo déjame cuidarte.”
When you nodded his hands started at your hips. He was extremely gentle as he noticed how tender you were from his earlier grip on you. Your body was so delicate yet you’d always beg him to be rough, to go deeper, to go faster, and every time he’d give you what you wanted. This time though he’d been a bit too rough as a punishment for your bratty attitude.
A quiet whimper from you is what snapped him back into the present, his hands now pressing against your ass. He only then noticed how red your skin got from being spanked. He then spoke in an almost dreamy whisper, “Mí princesa… mí amor te duele? Se ve tan hermosa.” While Miguel spoke he poured more oil onto you, not wanting to miss a single spot and he gently leaned over to kiss your cheek.
“Darling thank you so much for taking care of me.” You giggled through your sentence as he started to kiss you all over lovingly, not letting go of you as he “fell” onto you. “I always will princesa. Te amo mas que a nada en este mundo…” There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you despite his past.
AUTHORS NOTE: y’all this is my first published piece on here so I’m letting it be as trashy as I want okay? But criticism is something I’m looking for. Please I don’t want to stay stuck writing trash
I’ll be posting the fic later today but it may take a lil bit since I’m recovering from an EMG test. (They shocked my leg with electricity then stabbed me with a thin needle and moved it around) so y’know just stick around for that.