and they got the quill on the first day

Good F*ck

SUMMARY - You tell about your frustrations about not ever having good sex to Nat and Wanda and Bucky overhears .

WORDS- 1.8K(approx)

A/N - Taw @supersoldierslover I love you . Thank you so much . 

WARNINGS- cursing , dirty talk, fingering , unprotected sex (just use a fucking condom pls) also very sexual gif of lance tucker below(definitely a warning).

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

“Fuuuck….” , you groan hitting your head lightly to the coffee table but enough to get your friends Nat and Wanda to notice you .

“What is it now? “Nat asked nonchalantly , used to your sudden outburst of frustration .

“I just…I… I feel empty.” You say looking helplessly at the two of them .
Both their expression changed to one of sympathy .

“Y/N , I understand . I feel that way too sometimes . With the job we have we are….”Wanda starts before you interrupt her .

“Nooo , you don’t understand . That’s not what I am trying to say .I just …” You throw your hands in the air and let out a whine.

“What is Y/N?”  Nat asked a little irritated.

“I just need to be dicked okay . Like fucked so good that I see the fucking stars and pass out . Arghhh!!!!!”

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When Meredith Quill was twenty, she fell in love.

“Fear not, my darling,” her angel said before he left, all aglow with heavenly light. “I shall return for you. Never doubt that.”

After he was gone, it was weeks before she stopped seeing sunbursts in the corners of her eyes, weeks before she could look at the night sky without tearing up. But weeks turned into months, and he didn’t come back, and her belly got bigger, and Meredith did her best to get on with her life.

When Meredith Quill was twenty-one, she got abducted by aliens.

“Look, little lady,” said the blue one, who seemed to be in charge, “if you’re gonna spent this trip abusin’ my crew this ain’t gonna be a fun ride for anyone, least of all you.”

“Then your crew better not get fresh again,” Meredith said, glaring, arms crossed protectively over her belly.

“He was installin’ your translator!” the blue one said, and the gnarly-faced fella curled up on the floor moaned affirmatively.

“Well, fine,” said Meredith. “But you could warn a person. I had a bag packed!” She’d packed it first, optimistically, in the days after her angel left, and repacked as the months passed until it was mostly the things she’d need at the hospital. Still, it was the principle of the thing.

Big Blue only rolled his eyes. “We got plenty of supplies on board. Better ‘n anything on that ball of dirt you call a planet.”

“Y’all got maternity clothes?” Meredith asked. “I’m eight months along, regular pants don’t fit so well these days. Not to mention my vitamins, or any baby things at all–”

“Wait,” said Blue. “How long do Terran pregnancies last?”

“‘Bout nine months,” said Meredith, and when he still looked blank, added “Another thirty days, give or take.”

“Damn it all to hell,” said Blue, and then hollered “Kraglin! Go prep a fighter, we gotta fetch the little lady’s luggage!”

“It’s all in the blue duffel in the hall closet,” Meredith told him. “Oh, and bring the milk crate full of records by the couch, while you’re at it. And the turntable.”

igottab-bbc  asked:

Ok so we know how in the post credit scene with Peter and Groot that Peter says he finally knows how Yondu felt when Groot says he's boring/uncool. So, this got me thinking about how Peter went to thinking that Yondu and the Ravagers were the coolest things in the galaxy to just boring old farts as he got older. ヽ(;▽;) think of the broken self esteem!

Oh, that surely happened. I think most teenagers or children in general reach that one point in life where they think of their parents as boring or embarrassing, and be it just for a minute.

Looking at Peter and Yondu, that probably was a lot more than just a minute.

I mean, let’s think about Yondu’s favorite dad joke aka “I will let ma boys eat’cha”. How many times did Peter get to hear that in the 26 years he more or less spent very closely with the Ravagers? A whole lot.

And one day, Yondu is explaining what their next mission is, Kraglin carefully makes Yondu aware of the fact that Peter, once again, isn’t really listening. The boy – man – lounges sideways in his seat, feet thrown over the armrest, and is listening to his music, head nodding in tune with the song, fingers thrumming on the Walkman.

Yondu, very gracefully, kicks him in the side. “QUILL!”

Peter twitches, grimaces, and reaches up to pull his headphones off. He has the nerve to scowl at Yondu when he asks, “What?!”

“What?” Yondu echoes, snarling as he leans back once again to raise one foot and kick after Peter, who scoots back in his seat to escape. “What, the boy asks me. I was talkin’, ya brat, and ya better listen when your Capt’n does that!”

“Why?” Peter looks around the room, noting that it’s still only the three of them plus Tullk. And none of them would say something if Yondu’s charge misbehaved a bit. “Kraglin and Tullk were listening! And it was boring, anyway!”  

“Boring? Bullshit, Quill, boring as it is, it’s yer job, and ya will do it right, else the boys can really eat ya for all I care!”

Once upon a time, that would have been enough to make the boy scramble to do as he was told. Not too long ago, it would have still been enough to at least shut him up.

Now, Peter snarls, rolls his eyes, and goes back to fiddling with his Walkman. “Yeah, yeah.”

Yondu blinks, perplexed, before he gets the little show of emotion under control again. “Ya got a deathwish or somethin’, boy?”

“Naaaah,” Peter barely looks up. “It’s just… you need a new line, or something. It’s really getting old.”

“Getting’…?!”

“Yeah, man, I mean – come on, Yondu!” Peter throws up his hands, swinging his legs down from the armrest and standing up as he stuffs his Walkman into his pocket. “Year after year, every day – you’re gonna get eaten, you’re gonna get eaten! I’m still here, so, uh, no? Not being eaten? The threat is getting super boring after the first three thousand times. Almost as boring as this meeting.”

“Quill…!”

“You know what? I’m out of here. Give me the important details later in short version.“

And with that the young man turns, already pushing his headphones back into place as he stomps towards the exit.

Yondu opens his mouth to bellow something after him, but no words will come. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s speechless, caught between confusion, anger and a strange tad of pride to the sheer stubbornness the boy shows.

But still, had anyone other than Kraglin and Tullk been with them, Yondu would have had to think about serious consequences for such a behavior. Probably should even now.

Speaking about that…

He turns, slowly and with his teeth still clenched, to look at Kraglin and Tullk.

Tullk is smart enough not to meet his gaze, pretending to not have heard anything and being occupied with the files opened on the holo screen in front of him.

Kraglin glances back at Yondu, just a sideway glance, and offers, “We could think up new threats, sir.”

Something about the off-handed joke, meant half-serious, manages to dissolve most of the leftover tension in Yondu, and he grunts as he stomps back to his place in between the many screens. “Ain’t like that will make ‘im behave. More like the opposite.”

“Hmmm,” Kraglin’s hum is never agreement nor disagreement, light frown marring his features, but he doesn’t speak up, and Yondu doesn’t ask. He knows that his first mate is not okay with how easily Peter got away once again.

“Boys will start to think yer getting’ soft, sir.”

He doesn’t want to think about how truthful that probably is.

Yondu catches his faint reflection in one of the holo screens – a mixture of tired frown and half-smirk still tilting his lips upwards – his feelings torn like they are so often when Peter is involved.

Shaking his head, he goes back to work, but not before huffing silently.

Boring, he says. Of all the things…

Sexual Tension (Star-Lord x Reader)

As requested by anon:  Can you do a smut fanfic in which Peter gets trapped? And no, not 50 Shades of Grey style, but your style!

I was a tiny bit confused as to what you meant, so I tried my best and I hope you like it! Sorry it took forever. 

Warning: NSFW

“Peter, your ship is a piece of junk,” you groaned as you paced around impatiently. There was a grunt in response, followed by the clank of some metal and you glanced toward the floor where he lay flat on his stomach. In his hand was a tool of some sort, and he was elbows deep in an opening in the wall made by his removal of a panel, exposing  a tangle of wires.

“She’s not a piece of junk,” he replied defensively. “She just gets a little sick now and then, is all.”

“I’d hardly call getting us stuck in the cockpit for an hour, ‘sick’,” you air quoted the last word and rolled your eyes. A fuse or something had blown earlier that day, activating the auto-lock on all the doors, thereby causing you to get hopelessly trapped.

Peter stopped what he was doing, put his tools down, and then rose to his feet. He folded his arms and cocked his head to the side, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. “Maybe we should embrace the situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean maybe we’re alone for the first time and there’s clearly been some sexual tension that needs to be addressed.”

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potions partners (draco x reader)

in which draco is a little shit and both of you are a wee bit oblivious to emotions

Word Count: 5,098

Request: “Could you do an imagine where Draco’s crushing on a Gryffindor and does everything he can to be partnered with her and stuff to show his affection?” // @dolphindewott

Warnings: cussing and sexually explicit language

A/N: i actually went so overboard with this, im sorry to anyone who reads this super extra 5k word thing

Originally posted by owlswithfins

Your name: submit

Your surname: submit What is this?

You’d only given in because you were, unfortunately, alone.

Potions class with Slytherin was the one part of the week you always dreaded. It was one thing to be stuck in a room for an hour with a bunch of Slytherins, but a whole other thing to be stuck in a room for an hour with a bunch of Slytherins and an odd number of fifth year Gryffindors. As a result, you were forced to partner with a random Slytherin in almost every lesson.

And today, it was Draco fucking Malfoy.

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Headcanon that when little Peter first found out about the Yaka arrow and what it could really do, he thought it was SO COOL and followed Yondu around for days bugging him with questions about how it works and can it do THIS and have you ever used it to do THAT

and that’s where Yondu first got the idea to try using his arrow to fly/fall with style, along with many other creative uses that came in handy on various thefts & cons

anonymous asked:

dude Marlie and the second au scenario (the animal shelter one) would be the cutest thing ever just saying

(I work at the animal shelter and you always come in to pet the cats when you’re sad.)

The first time Charlie notices him, it was raining. The windows were broken and he could feel the raindrops on the back of his neck. April said the window had been broken since she’d been working there and neither of them were brave enough to ask Quill to get them repaired. (Even in a building full of cats and coffee, her two favourite things, Charlie was yet to see her in a good mood.)

It was also a Monday and Charlie had forgotten his jacket. It was a terrible day and then it got brighter.

Charlie hadn’t know his name initially but had smiled anyway. (A distractingly attractive boy had just walked into his life; of course he smiled.)

“Isn’t April working?”

“She has a date,” Charlie had replied, leaning forward. “So I agreed to cover her shift. Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Think so. We have this agreement that if I ever need anywhere to go and calm down, I could come here. To play with the kittens,” Charlie liked how he pronounced it, “is okay?”

“Sure.” He wished he was better with words.

“Thank you.”

Charlie watched him walk away, smiling for reasons he didn’t fully understand.

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April was a good co-worker and an even better friend.

“You mean Matteusz?”

Charlie nodded, “I think so. He was tall, very attractive and looked a little sad.”

April almost spat out her tea. “Sorry? Can you repeat that?”

“A little sad. Is that why he wanted to play with the animals?”

“I meant the other part.” April coughed again. “The ‘attractive’ part.”

“Oh,” Charlie pulled on his cardigan sleeve, “objectively speaking, of course. You couldn’t have missed it.”

“No, no, I agree - don’t tell Ram. I just wasn’t expecting it from you.”

“Oh.”

“Not that it’s a bad thing! It’s great. Really great.” April patted his arm, which was a little awkward for them both.

“Thank you?” Charlie paused, “anyway, do you think he’ll return?”

“Probably. Matteusz comes when he’s upset usually. We’re friends, same music class.”

“Matteusz goes to Coal Hill?” Charlie was still new but he was sure he would have noticed him.

“Yeah.” April smirked. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” he replied, although it was clear April didn’t believe him.

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The next time the rain had cleared.

“Hello,” Charlie said, trying to see if Matteusz was crying. “You’re back.”

“You remember me?”

“I… there is no good way to answer that.”

“It’s okay,” Matteusz reassured him, “I am here a lot.”

“I guess I have something to look forward to then,” Charlie said. “Oh, that wasn’t good to say out loud either.”

Matteusz laughed. “Is okay. Promise.”

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They fall into a pattern, Charlie doing all he could to make Matteusz smile (usually it worked) (on the days it didn’t…) (they were the worst days).

Charlie would look forward to their visits, if it didn’t mean that Matteusz was fighting with his parents so much. (“They don’t like that I’m gay. They say I’m not meant for heaven. But I know differently. They won’t listen though.”) He didn’t see his own parents very much; they were busy saving the world or whatever being a politician included. But they hadn’t cared he was gay when he’d told them (over Skype, trying to make out their expressions though the pixels).

“How bad are things at home?” He asked, half-afraid of the answer.

“Not good. Very not good. We argue a lot. I made the mistake of asking a boy to the Autumn prom and telling them.”

Charlie felt his stomach sink. “I didn’t know you asked anyone.”

“He said no anyway. It doesn’t matter.” Matteusz ran his hand though his hair, Charlie watched, slightly fascinated. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, mostly,” he answered. 

“Good,” Matteusz smiled, which was so pretty, Charlie almost fell off his chair.

April found him, still stunned, five minutes later. “You have such a big crush on him,” she commented, placing a mug of tea in front of him.

“You have no idea.”

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The day Charlie realises exactly how bad he’s got it, is the day he meets Marcelina Andrzejewski. She looked young, emphasised even more with the height contrast between her and her brother. She was still in school uniform, with black hair tied in a long, frizzy ponytail with wisps of hair escaping.

Matteusz was already grinning and that was enough to make Charlie’s heart skip a beat. (Metaphorically of course.)

“Hi,” she leaned up on the tip of her toes. “I’m Cela.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Are you Charlie?” She asked, still stretching to her full height. “You sound posh, so I think you are.”

“Yeah,” he answered.

“This is my little sister, Marcelina. She wanted to see the kittens too,” Matteusz introduced.

“Matti says you’re nice,” Marcelina said, crossing her arms and almost losing balance.

“Cela, co ci powiedziałem?”

Marcelina pulled a face at Charlie, rolling her eyes. “Przepraszam.”

“Children,” Matteusz said, looking fondly at his sister anyway.

“Mums allergic to cats. I wanted to get one but we are not allowed. So Matti promised I could come play with them. And since it’s my birthday, we’re here.”

“Happy Birthday.”

“Dziękuję,” Marcelina replied. She pulled Matteusz along, practically bouncing. Charlie watched the siblings walk off, with an  even lighter feeling than usual.

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The first time they kiss, the sun is shining through the tiny little reception area. Charlie was sipping his tea even though it’d been cold since April had left an hour ago.

The animal shelter was yet to have visitors. Mostly due to most of the kittens being adopted already.

Charlie wasn’t expecting Matteusz to walk in but he hadn’t the first time.

“Are you crying? Your eyes look red.”

“A fight. Another fight. We always fight and I hate it.” Charlie moved from behind the desk to comfort him. “Sometimes I worry that my farther is right; that there is something wrong with me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you. How could there be?” Charlie gently pulled his hands away from his face. “Matteusz, look at me. You have been visiting here for half a year because of him. It breaks my heart to see you cry. And it’s not just because I’m in love with you, it’s because you deserve so much better than horrible parents-”

“Charlie?” Matteusz interrupted.

“Did I go too far?”

“You said, you said, that you were in love with me.” Charlie felt his face warm up.

“It was an accident.”

“Did you mean it?” Matteusz asked. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it. How could I not? You’re so amazing. I see you cry and I’d do anything to stop you from feeling so sad. And if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is-”

“Charlie-”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to feel the same-”

“Charlie-”

“I wasn’t expecting you to-”

“Charlie!” Matteusz said, finally stopping his ramble. “Be quiet, please, for a moment.”

“Because I messed up everything?” He asked miserably.

“No, because it’s hard to kiss someone who’s talking.”

Charlie barely had time to process it before Matteusz leaned down and kissed him.

“For the record,” Matteusz said breathlessly, resting their heads together, “I’m in love with you too.”

Charlie smiled, noticing that it was raining again, before leaning up for a second kiss.  

~~~

co ci powiedziałem? - what did I tell you?

przepraszam - I’m sorry

dziękuję - thank you

anonymous asked:

How was the prattpack's Emo phase and what did it include?

Andy: Cried so much. Literally nobody hated preps more than him. Had posters from AP Magazine all over his walls. Sung in an emo cover band that never played a show outside of his parents’ garage. Within 24 hours of a new relationship, he had already written her seventeen songs and poems confessing his undying love. Worshipped Pete Wentz. Colored his hair black and got grounded because the hair dye stained the counter. Also wasn’t allowed to get piercings so he wore a fake lip ring.

Peter: Temporarily changed his name from Star-Lord to Lord of Darkness. King of emo music, and was constantly trying to pick up on Earth’s radio signals to hear it all. Cried when My Chemical Romance broke up. He managed to get his hands on a shit ton of band shirts and a zillion bracelets, most of which were the “I love boobies” ones. Yondu was chill with the boobies bracelets, but was not chill when he kept wearing black leather instead of red because you are a ravager, boy, not some prince of the god damn night.

Owen: More than likely is stuck with some dumb emo tattoo that he got of like demon wings on his back or something, except he was 16 when he got them and it was out of some guy’s basement so it looks like absolute garbage. Black everything all day err’ day. Rawr means I love you in dinosaur was his life motto. Pretends like he has no idea what eyeliner even is, even though he used to be very familiar with eyeliner, if you catch my drift. Hayley Williams was his first love and tbh he’d still marry the shit out of her if he had the chance.

Frenemies?(Remus x Reader)

This is my first Remus x reader, however I will be posting another one very soon that will most definitely amazing and original. Now I present “Frenemies?” Please leave feedback so I can improve!

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It was a beautiful morning. You looked out of the window of the Gryffindor tower girls’ dorms. Over the trees of the forbidden forest you saw the sunrise. The sky was a mix of red and orange, clouds strewn about making it look beautiful.

You got dressed for the day into your robes and went down to the common room. You found the Marauders huddled in the sitting area with Lily. She looked annoyed.

You have never spoken to any of the four unless it was to say their last names in disgust and you didn’t plan on starting a conversation with any of them now. You had a rivalry with Remus so hence you had a rivalry with the rest too. You were both the best students at Hogwarts and he always tried to out-do you.

Once you caught Lily’s eye you pointed to the portrait hole and she stood. The boys looked up and Remus glared at you.

“Hello y/l/n.” Sirius smirked to which you just rolled your eyes and walked with Lily to the portrait.

“Black, Potter, Lupin, Peter.” You sneered annoyed, but said Peter’s name just slightly less annoyed. He didn’t really do anything. He just follows the other three, especially James and Sirius, like a lost puppy

“So why are you hostile to them again?” Lily questioned as they walked to the dining hall.

“Come on Lily you can’t be serious!” You exclaimed. You would’ve thought that she knew since you two were best friends and all.

Lily narrowed her eyes at you before waving her hands in a way to say continue.

“Ugh. He keeps on trying to out-do me Lily. Every time I do something he tries to do it better. I have to be number one in our class. It’s the only way to get my parents’ approval.” You declared as you both sat down.

Lily frowned at you. “You are aware that I try to out-do you too right?” She asked with raised eyebrows. Of course you knew that.

“Well yeah, but you’re my best friend.” You shrugged as you loaded your plate with breakfast.

“So.. why not just become friends with Remus and them? Even I’m friends with them and James is a blithering idiot!” She prompted to which you glared.

“Do not speak their names Lils, that humanizes them.” You retorted with a look of disgust evident on your features.

She rolled her eyes. “Oooo maybe you actually fancy Lupin. I mean you always go for guys with scars.” She reminded and you looked upright appalled at the mere thought of it.

“That is not even close to how I feel towards him. He’s an enemy Lily.” You declared, banging your fist on the table once to get the point across.

“No need to be dramatic, y/n. I was just teasing you.” Lily shrugged looking up as the marauders walked in.

Sirius and James had their wands in hand and no one seemed to care. Remus had his out but was more discreet about it. You saw them all mouth words. Suddenly something poured down on you. They were beetles.

You screamed louder than you ever had in your entire life jumping up and running out, horrified. You were brushing them off of your clothes and out of your hair. You were so close to bursting into tears just from the stress and from the anger that was burning inside of you from the prank.

You ran into an empty classroom that you often sat in during your free period and started to write a note. It was to some guy at Hogwarts, but you didn’t know who. He signed his name with an alias and had mentioned that he made up purely to talk with her. His alias was Riptide. He never gave a reason for the choice though.

You of course had to create an alias in return. You would never give someone your real name when he wouldn’t give you yours. Yours was Flow. He joked of it being a shortened version of Flower or that you created it while you had your monthly flow. You would’ve hit him. You told him no to both guesses and also mentioned that your reasoning was a secret. You named yourself Flow for the conversation because it is the spelling of wolf backwards. Your patronus is a wolf so you named yourself after that.

You two started to leave notes here because you had left a reminder on the cork board saying “Get tamps(or pads if you prefer).” You came back a few days later to find a box(or package) of that same item and a chocolate bar with a note saying: “a gift for the monthly routine -Riptide.” Since then you’ve been leaving notes back and forth to each other.

You got some parchment out along with your ink well and quill. You got your spot and started to write. “Ugh rough day already. I wish I had someone as good as you. It’d be so much easier to get through the day.” You wrote, having to ink up your quill a couple of times.

You pinned it up on the cork board before packing up and leaving for your first class.

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I’m deciding to do this in parts so here is your part one! Hope you enjoyed!

Forbidden

Originally posted by kitaecat

The Slytherin common room is nearly silent. The usual hum of students gossiping and the scratching of quills on parchment has been replaced by the faint sounds of the Black Lake and the crackling of the fire. The enchanted flames bathe the room in a familiar green glow and set your mind at ease as you lounge in one of the oversized black leather chairs.

Although the Slytherin common room is one of the quieter common rooms, you’re still reveling in the fact that you have the space to yourself. There are no squabbling students, no annoying conversations; just peace. A Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor has encapsulated an overwhelming amount of Hogwarts’ students and gives you the perfect opportunity to complete your Potions assignment without interruption.

Or, rather, it would have. Were you not friends with Taemin.

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Did U Know…

I listened to Hooked On A Feeling walking into the building on my first day of High School to help myself be less stressed and maybe feel Cool like Peter Quill

And then listened to GotG Vol. 1 and 2 Awesome Mixes on shuffle on and off throughout my (objectively long) graduation ceremony to help myself be less stressed again

I didn’t even realize the correlation until now :’) Peter Quill got me thru high school. Thanks bud

anonymous asked:

after a long and hard day you decide to jump into the shower on the milano, suddenly quill jumps in too....

You barely let out a squeak before a calloused hand clapped itself over your mouth. After a few moments of initial struggle against the intruder, however, you weren’t surprised to see that the shiny metal of the wall gave way to a very blurry reflection of the Milano’s captain. 

“Dammit, Peter,” you huffed as you finally managed to shimmy out of his grasp. It was a small area; small enough for one person as is, and the extra addition made it near impossible to move. But you were used to it at this point. Any time you got in the god damn shower, he followed shamelessly after. 

At first it was great, having a gorgeous man like Peter Quill ravage you in the shower’s hot steam until you could hardly walk every day (sometimes twice when you’d decide to take your revenge while he was bathing). But soon you grew tired—not of the sex, but of your lack of privacy. You were used to being alone. It wasn’t ideal but it was all you knew, and despite you loving Quill with every fiber of your being, it was still a bit difficult to fully adjust to constantly being in the company of another. 

Today was an especially bad day. You’d so looked forward to getting some time to yourself. To being able to focus on getting yourself completely clean for once as Quill had tagged along with Rocket to hit some of the bars on Knowhere. But now here he was. Unexpected. Very handsy. And too lazy to bother undressing. 

You watched the mud from his boots flow past your feet and into the drain, earning himself a look of disgust from you. 

Peter frowned and snaked his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong with you?” he cooed. 

“I was so clean and then…” you trailed off as you stared at the grime that was now coating the ground. 

A look of understanding crossed over Quill’s face and he pulled away so he could begin to shed his clothes, and there was just something about it that was…cute. Not sexy. Cute. A trait that you didn’t think Peter had the capacity to be. Granted, he wasn’t trying. You were sure that the thoughts going through his head were those of his typical ego; complimenting himself on his seductive skills. But little did he know, the way his bit his lip and attempted to cover up the fact that he nearly lost his balance as he worked on shedding himself of his pants was more puppy-like than it was “sex-god” (or sex-lord as he’d correct you when you failed to remember his ideal play on his “Star-Lord” alias). 

“Come here,” you finally said in defeat. It was official. Resisting Peter Quill was impossible. 

His smirk quickly disappeared when you dodged his attempts to kiss you on the lips and pecked him on the nose instead before spinning him around and grabbing the shampoo. 

“What—”

“Shut up,” you cut him off and squeezed a generous amount of the product into your hand. “You’re gross." 

He opened his mouth to protest but it snapped shut the moment your fingers began working through his hair—which actually was a little on the greasy side—to lather the shampoo. His shoulders fell, his muscles relaxed, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he caught you standing on your tip toes out of the corner of his eye. He debated lowering himself a bit to give you easier access. He was still in his boxers, after all so there was no need to worry about the position to be “unflattering”. But he liked the way the shifted back and forth. He liked the tiny noises of frustration you’d make when the water caused a bit of shampoo to bounce in your eye. 

Peter had told you weeks ago that he loved you. But it was in that moment that he realized how much he truly did. 

This has been sitting and staring at me in my inbox for like a week now…and yep. You guys/anon thought it was gonna be smut but then I M. Night Shamad;lskfjd;lan-ed you with a fluffy plot twist. 

I’m so sorry. I’ll amp up the smut in the future, I swear! 

What Was Yet to Come: Ch 1

If you haven’t yet read my last fic, Cologne, it’s a prequel sort of thing to this fic. Whereas you don’t necessarily need to read it in order to enjoy this one, it does have some character building and fluff you might enjoy :)

Fic Summary: Nico isn’t happy with his life at the moment. He’s stuck in a house he doesn’t feel like he belongs in with a hopeless crush he never asked for. He doesn’t feel accepted at school or at home and just wishes to get away. Will is scared for his life. Tensions are rising in the Wizarding World and, as a muggleborn, he doesn’t know what his future will entail. The only thing he knows for certain is that he’s very in love and highly annoyed with his friends. Their lives are thrown for a loop when the Wizarding World falls into turmoil and it’s all they can do to hope that the next day will be better than the last.

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Nico had grown up hearing the same line over and over.

“The world doesn’t owe you anything, Nico. You live and then you die and it’s entirely your job to make the most of that short lifetime you’ve been allowed.”

Nico had always thought that was stupid coming from a man who clearly thought of himself as higher than many others due to his wealth and status, but then again, the quote matched Nico’s father very well. Cold. Brutal. And, unfortunately, honest.

Hades di Angelo was the kind of man who had a somewhat small collection of lines that he frequently used, because for most situations there was a Hades quote. The unfortunate thing was that Hades quotes were never terribly uplifting.

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arkhevia  asked:

HC: opinions on what the terrans call Valentine's Day

send me hc + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it.

V A L E N T I N E ‘ S   D A Y 

Quill was the first one to tell him about Valentine’s Day, and when he asked what that was, and what Terran’s celebrated it for, he got a basic answer of ‘’to show people they love that they care about them, dude!’’. When the next Valentine’s Day came up a year later, he made a small crown of flowers with as much precision as he could to match Groot, and gave it to the tree. As far as he knows, it’s a type of gift-exchange for people that really deeply care about each other. The next year, he made the entire ship crowns with Groot’s help, even Quill.

anonymous asked:

Could we possibly see a little bit of an AU with the recruit and Peter Quill? There's not enough fanfic with him and he needs some love, and your writing is so good!

Angie is dis u?

Sorry for any OOC-ness. I’m not comfortable writing for the GotG gang yet. Context: The reader is a mission administrator for Nova Corp. The GotG gang visit regularly for small jobs.


“It’s not like you were our first choice for hired help you know.” You shook your head and frowned. “And you should be happy with the reward we’re providing. It’s not as much as our usual payout but we’re offering to service your ship for free, which by the way is looking kind of sad, Quill.”

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Peter Quill, Star Lord's pokemon team

I had a couple days to think about this and im not sure if ive thought it through all the way but heres what i got!
1. Arcanine- Peters lead pokemon, he was a growlithe during the first GoTG. He evolved him before vol. 2
2. Emolga- totally one out of the blue but i think itd be cute if peter had one of these little guys.
3. Eevee- hasnt evolved it yet, but growing up with a pair of eeveelutions inspires peter to get an eevee of his own. What do you guys think hed evolve it to? Or would he keep it the same?
4. Gyarados- the ravagers got him a magikarp as a cruel joke. Welp…joke was on them…
5. Talonflame- lets face it: it looks kick ass, petes gonna have it.
6. Gallade- again, it looks awesome and it was cute as a ralts. Yondu may or may not have helped him catch it…

So what do you guys think? Who should i do next? Maybe Gamora or Drax. Havent decided yet

insanitywarriorhybrid12  asked:

Hi, i was wondering if you could write a boom!sonamy fanfiction. I really need some sonamy fluff!

Of course! Here you go, I hope you like it!! ^w^

Secret Affections

 Amy was making her way through the village on her way to her secret hideout. No one knew about her spot, not even Sticks, whom she had grown very close to the past few weeks. Once you got passed erratic behavior, she was actually really fun girl to hang out with. Amy didn’t go to her spot very often anymore, she usually only went when she needed to clear her head, or when she just simply needed a quiet and secluded place to relax. But today she came to answer some unanswered questions.

 For the past few weeks, she had noticed Sonic’s behavior becoming more and more anxious; especially when he was around her. But she didn’t understand why. Was it something she had said to him? Was it something she had unintentionally done? She could not understand as to why he was acting the way he was. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time.

 She and Sonic had recently started hanging out together more, and had gotten closer over a matter of a few weeks. She had started noticing him asking her on a daily basis if she was free later, to go over to eat at Meh Burger, or to simply mess around and pull pranks on Knuckles or Tails when they had nothing better to do. Either way, she was glad that she was finally starting to get closer to him, even if it was still only in a friendly way. Everything was going great for them, until earlier this week when Sonic’s behavior started to become peculiar. He had cancelled on all of their activities together for the week, and when Amy confronted him about it, he said that he was busy and that he had a lot of important stuff on his mind. And the more she would ask him, the more distant he would become. Even Tails, Knuckles ans Sticks started noticing the difference in his behavior, and didn’t know what to think of it. Being worried about him, in thinking something was wrong, she asked Tails for help and advice in what to do. Tails had told her that Sonic hadn’t told him anything, and that the best thing for her to do right now was to give him his space and to let him be.

Amy being the one wanting to help people, she didn’t entirely like the idea of not being able to help Sonic with whatever he was going through right now. But out of her love and respect for him, she decided that she would take Tails’ advice, and leave Sonic be.

   It had been three days since then, and she hadn’t seen Sonic at all during that time. She had grown worried about him, but soon her concern was put to rest when Tails said that Sonic left a note on his door that he needed to go and clear his head about some things. And again this question kept burning in the back of her mind; was it something she did? Coming to her secret spot, she hoped to clear her head and try to wrap her head around why in the heck Sonic would ever leave town.  

 Sitting herself down at the base of a palm tree, with the cool grass beneath her feet, she breathed in the fresh air. And for the first time in three days, she finally felt relaxed. The breeze would run through her quills, and she would give out a low sigh; this place had a magical feel to it that would always put her troubles at ease. Suddenly, a familiar breeze swept past her and she didn’t have to turn around to know who, or what it was.  

*Inwardly thinking* ‘He’s got some nerve! Not showing up for three days and suddenly shows up out of nowhere!  …And how in the hell did he find me here!? I thought I was the only one that knew about this place! Ugh whatever I’ll ask him in a minute.’  Amy slowly stood up without turning around yet, and firmly folded her arms across her chest.  “Where have you been?” she asked coldly. She was angry, that much was evident. He disappeared for three days to god knows where without telling anyone anything, unless you counted the note he left on Tails’ door. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.  

Sonic: *nervously chuckles* “Hey Ames, long time no see huh?”

Amy then suddenly turns around with her fists clenched at her side, her face with a slight shade of red on her muzzle; and everyone knows a ticked off Amy is a dangerous Amy.  “Answer me hedgehog, where have you been?!”

Sonic: *Holds hands in front of him nervously* “Look Amy, I know what you’re thinking! And I have a perfectly good explanation for this!”

Amy: “I’m waiting…” She said while impatiently tapping her foot.

Sonic: *scratching the back of his head* “Well you see uh, something personal came up and I needed some time to think about it.”

Amy: “Like what?”

Sonic: “I’d rather not say…” He said slightly looking away from her.

Amy: “Well if you won’t tell where you’ve been, can you at least explain to me how you were able to find me here?” She asked very frustrated at this point.

Sonic: “Well I uh, *pulls at his scarf* I-I followed you here…” He said while slightly blushing.

Amy: “Y-You what..?” She was beyond shocked. He followed her here? But why? She was the reason he left right? So then why would he be following her?  “Why..?”

Sonic let his head fall down as he stared  at the grass below. He began mumbling to himself, and although Amy didn’t know what he was saying entirely, she was able to get a small bit of it.  “God stop being such an idiot Sonic, tell her already!”

Amy: “Tell me what?” She was intrigued and was curious, in what could Sonic possibly want to tell her. Her demeanor was no longer angry, but instead it was more calm and concerned.

Sonic: *Takes deep breath* ‘You’ve put this off for far too long…’  “Amy, I followed you here because…”

Amy: “Yes..?”

Sonic: “Because… *Gosh dang it, say it man!*  I can’t keep myself away from you anymore. So… I-I followed you here.”

Amy: “I find that very hard to believe…”

Sonic: “What?”

Amy: “You heard me! You can’t keep yourself away from me anymore?! Don’t be giving me that crap! You disappeared for three days Sonic! Three days! If you can’t stand being without me, then why did you leave!? *Tears start to form in her eyes* Why did you leave, Sticks, Knuckles, Tails, and me?! If i’m so gosh darn important to you, then why did you leave?! *Tears begin to stream down her cheeks* Why did you leave me Sonic?! Why!? *falls down to her knees on the grass and brings her knees to her chest and continues to cry, letting out soft sobs*  “*sniffles*  Just when I thought we were getting closer, you go off and disappear. *sniffles*  Did I do something to you to make you go and do this? Have I done something to make you hate me? Sonic tell me!” Amy looks up from her knees to look up at her blue hero. He was staring at her dumbstruck. 

  His mouth was slightly open, staring at her with wide eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In the blink of an eye, Sonic was kneeled down at her side and took her face in his hands.

Sonic: “Don’t you ever say that Amy. There isn’t anything on this earth that you could do that would make me care for you any less. Don’t ever think that I will ever stop caring about you. And don’t even let the thought come into your head that I might hate you, because I can assure you that…that is precisely the opposite.”

Amy, still trying to comprehend what he was doing, when his last statement began to finally hit her.  “Sonic, what are you trying to say..?” *Inwardly thinking* ‘Please let it be true! After all of these years, could he finally…have feelings for me?’

Sonic: “Ames, before I left, you and I had started hanging out more and we had gotten closer as friends and it was great. …But the more time I spent with you, the more I wanted to get to know you. But the more I began to know about you, I would start getting this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was a new type of feeling for me, one i’ve never felt before, and I didn’t like the way it was making me feel. I soon realized that this feeling that I had would get worse whenever I was around you, or when…I thought about you.” He sighed and looked away from her for a moment; he didn’t want to have eye contact with her when he was admitting this. “I needed to get away; I needed to understand why I was feeling the way I was feeling. And Amy,” He said turning back to her. “,those three days, were some of the worst days of my life. In my time away from you, I came to realize just how much I needed you. I can’t be without you for too long or I start lose myself. I need you in my life Amy. And In my time gone away from you guys, I came to realize something else,” He said as he got up to his feet, pulling Amy up with him, looking deeply into her beautiful jade eyes that he secretly adored.

Amy: “And what was that..?” She asked nervously.

Sonic used his right hand to brush away some stray quills that were on her face, and brought himself closer to her and placed his forehead on hers, before finally saying,

Sonic: *brushing her cheek with his right thumb* “Amy Rose… I think I’ve come to fall in love with you, and though I was scared to admit it at first, I can’t conceal my feeling for you any more. And I was stupid not realize this sooner. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I never plan on letting you go.”  Then suddenly without warning, Sonic’s lips were suddenly on hers, as he pulled her in for a loving embrace.

 Amy’s mind was a blur, and her head was running a million miles a minute. Sonic admitting that she was the best thing that ever happened him. that he never planned on letting her go. And most importantly, he was in love with her?! After all of these years of loving him, he finally loved her back.

 Sonic pulled Amy in for an embrace; his arm wrapped around her petite waist, while the other held the back of her head as he tried to deepen the kiss between them. It was then that Sonic realized that she wasn’t kissing him back, and that’s when he realized something else. This was her first kiss, she probably didn’t know what to do. But as soon as the thoughts entered his mind, she began to gladly kiss him back. A smile crept on his face as he held the love of his life in his arms, tightening his grip around her waist, as he put all of the passion and love he had for her into that kiss.  

 Tears of joy were streaming down Amy’s face, as the realization hit her. Her blue hero, the love of her life loved her back, finally, after years of waiting, he finally returned back her feelings. The two continued to kiss for a few minutes, only breaking for air when need be, they didn’t want this magical feeling to end. But after some time, they both reluctantly pulled apart from each other, as Sonic placed his forehead on hers once again as they both were breathing heavily from lack of air.

 They looked into each other’s eyes for some time, taking in what just happened between the two of them, when Amy began to laugh and put her head into his chest and held him tight. Sonic held her closely as he began to laugh along with her. This moment was so just magical for the both of them.

 After a minute or two, Amy lifted her head up from Sonic’s chest and looked at her blue shining hero. He in return lifted her chin up higher with his hand so he could get a better look at the beautiful rose in his arms; correction his Rose, and he would always make sure that she was always his Rose. He had already spent too much time in his life not having her as his, and he would be sure to never make that mistake again.

Sonic could tell that she wanted to say something, but could tell that she was probably too shy to say it.  “What is it Ames?” He asked her sweetly.

Amy: “What becomes of us now Sonic?” She asked worriedly.  “Where do we go from here?”

Sonic bent down and kissed her lightly on her forehead and chuckled at the girl in his arms.  “Well,” he said holding her ever closer to him. “I gotta make sure no one tries to steal my girl.”

He chuckled when he saw the smile his statement brought upon her face. He brought his forehead back to hers once more and looked deeply into her jade eyes, before saying from the bottom of his heart,  

“I won’t ever make the same mistake Amy, I promise you that. …I’m never letting you go.”