(A/N: Spoilers for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 1 & 2. Is anyone else dying to know the story of drunken Peter telling Gamora about David Hasselhoff? Here’s my headcanon of how it went.)
“If you like piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiña coladas!”
Gamora lifted her head from the book between her slender
fingers and glanced with mild annoyance at the off-key exclamation that had
just come from outside of her hotel room door. Her lips threatened to smile,
but she refused to, despite being in her room where no one would see it.
It was the principle of the thing, after all. She wouldn’t admit even to
herself that Peter Jason Quill could be amusing on rare occasions.
“Getting’ caaaaaaught in the rain!” Peter’s voice
continued. “If you’re not into yogaaaaaaa! If you have half a brain!”
Gamora snapped the book shut and stood up as she heard a
fumbling, scratching sound. She pressed the button to slide the door open and
affixed her lovely face into a bemused look. “Peter, what are you doing?”
Peter Quill abruptly stopped his caterwauling and blinked
a few times. “Oh. Hey, G’mora. Whatcha doin’ in my room?”
As soon as he spoke, she caught a wave of alcohol fumes.
It made sense. They’d just gotten paid for another job and the boys’ idea of
celebrating was flying to the nearest habitable planet and getting completely
trashed, spending most of their score, and bickering with each other. Baby
Groot had curled up on a pillow on Gamora’s sofa, mumbling in his sleep every
so often. Judging by his dilated pupils and shaky footing, Peter was all but
three sheets to the wind.
“Your room is behind you,” Gamora said patiently. “That’s
why the key card didn’t work.”
“Oh, man,” he said, his face falling with actual regret,
to her surprise. “M sorry, G’mora, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I’m such a
“Usually, yes,” she said frostily. “But not in this case.
I wasn’t asleep. I was reading. However, you might want to apologize to the
hallway full of guests who had to hear your shrill voice through the walls.”
“You’re so right,” he agreed, and then tilted his head to
bellow, “SORRY, EVERYBODY! DIDN’T MEAN TO WAKE YOU UP!”
“SHUT UP!” someone shouted back.
Gamora palmed her face. “Peter. Your room. That way.”
“Right, right, right. Sorry. G’night, G’mora.” He
swiveled on his heel and walked up to the door. She watched him try to slide
the card in eight times before finally sighing to herself and closing her own
door. She snatched it out of his hand and placed it inside the hole. The door
whooshed open and Peter stumbled inside, but not before turning and giving her
an admittedly adorable smile.
“You’re a life saver, beautiful.”
She shook her head and caught his hand, dragging him
towards the bed. “You need sleep or you will be too hungover to fly us out of
here in the morning.”
“Well, one thing you’ll find out about me is that I
bounce back like that.” He tried to snap his fingers on his free hand. “That.
No, that. C’mon. That.”
Gamora sighed. “I will never understand why you find this
infuriating state of intoxication so enjoyable.”
“Rocket said I couldn’t out-drink him,” Peter said
defensively. “He was wrong. I won.”
“Did you have to buy every round to prove him wrong?”
Peter paused. “Yes.”
“Then no, you didn’t win. Rocket just wanted free drinks.”
Peter scowled. “Little trash panda.”
Gamora again refrained from smiling as she continued
pulling the sheets down. She turned and helped him out of his red leather
jacket. She felt his gaze on her and ignored it, brushing it off even though
she felt her skin warming over her face and neck, over her shoulders, and in
the tips of her fingers. Her heart beat mocked her with its accelerated pace.
She tried to picture him as a child getting ready for bed, but it didn’t work.
He was too close, too warm, and under the scent of alien beer was a rather
nice, mild cologne.
He lifted his arms as she pulled off his outer shirt,
still strangely silent and watching her fold it and set it on the nearby couch.
Finally, when she turned around, he made a move.
He hugged her.
She stiffened, having expected something else. Stranger
still, it was completely wonderful. He kept his hands on the small of her back
and buried his nose behind her ear and into her dark hair. She hadn’t been held
in years. Decades. Not since her parents. Gamora had lovers in the past, but
none of them were permitted to touch her that way. This…it was affection, not
And it scared her even more.
“You’re so good to me,” Peter mumbled with a sigh. “I don’t
deserve it. I’m sorry.”
She shut her eyes for a second. “Peter…”
“No, really. Thank you, G’mora. I know I get on your
nerves all the time. S’ just ‘cause I like you. You’re pretty and smart and so
much stronger than me. Dunno how you do it.”
Gently, she settled her hands on his chest and pushed
until she could meet his gaze. God, his eyes were all for her, like there was
nothing else in the entire cosmos. No one had ever been foolish enough to do
such a thing. Maybe that was why he did. Peter Quill defied everything, and her
expectations most of all.
Heart in her throat, she smiled weakly. “Guess that’s
just how my father raised me.”
She led him over to the bed and pushed him to sit. He
obeyed and she knelt, unlacing his boots. “Bet he was a great guy. Probably
smart like you too. Y’know, when I was a kid growing up and everybody else had
a dad and I didn’t, I used to pretend that he was this famous actor.”
Gamora’s brown eyes widened and flicked up at Peter’s
face. She’d never heard him say much about his father since they left Xandar. She’d
gently tried to ask about his life before Yondu abducted him, but he wouldn’t
talk about it. She licked her lips, unsure of how to proceed. She wanted to
know, but she also didn’t want to invade his privacy while he was drunk.
Eventually, she softened her voice and kept unlacing his boot.
“What was his name?”
“David Hasselhoff,” Peter slurred. She frowned, unsure if
that name was correct or if his drunken state had altered it somewhat. “He was
this German icon. He could sing and dance and his biggest success was this TV
show with a talking car called Knight Rider. It was the coolest thing I ever
He fumbled for a second and pulled a slip of paper out of
his pants pocket. She took it, examining the square-jawed, fluffy-haired man
that he apparently idolized. “Why him?”
Peter shrugged. “He’s the coolest man alive. Who wouldn’t
want him for a dad?”
“No,” she said softly, rising and sitting beside him. “Why
tell the others it was him? Why not just pretend on your own?”
“I don’t know. Guess I just ran with what my mother used
to tell me, that my Dad was perfect and not like all the other people on earth.
Hasselhoff sounded like a good option at the time.”
He took the picture back and stuffed it into his pants.
Gamora took the plunge. “Do…the others know this about you?”
He shook his head. Her stupid, selfish heart fluttered. “They’d
probably laugh at me.”
Without thinking, Gamora reached over and slipped her
fingers through his. He looked at her then. “No, they wouldn’t. Out here it’s
hard to find family. They’d understand.”
He smiled, running his thumb along her knuckles. It
tickled and sent butterflies exploding through her stomach. He leaned in
towards her. Her eyes flicked to his lips. They parted as he drifted closer.
He kissed her cheek. “Thanks, G’mora.”
She felt a tug of disappointment at her core. “You’re
“Stay with me.”
She blinked at him. “What?”
“Not like that, I mean…stay here tonight. Just tonight.”
“I…” Word clogged her throat and got stuck. She couldn’t
look away from that hint of desperation and adoration on his face. Eventually,
she just nodded.
He stood, drawing her up by the arm, their hands still
connected, and she slid under the covers after kicking off her boots. She
curled onto her side as Peter climbed in beside her and settled down, facing
her. He smiled again, kissed the back of her hand, and snuggled down in the
pillows, his eyes closing.
“Good night, Peter.”
Slowly, she let her eyes drift closed.
And she never slept better.
I just have a lot of feelings about this ship, okay?!
Prompt: Not sure if this necessarily counts but there was a Buzzfeed video on period horror stories and this happened to one girl. Watch it here!
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that this was not your room.
Small green plants littered the side-table next to you, and the gentle hum of an air-conditioning unit filled the room. Framed Oakland shirts hung on the dark-blue walls surrounding you, and a large American flag hung on the wall opposite the bed.
You froze. Where the fuck were you, and why the fuck did you have such a mind-splitting headache?
The music in the bar was much too loud, and one too many sleazy guys had tried to buy you a drink. Your friends begged you to stay for just half-an-hour longer, but you declined, pretending you had somewhere to be.
You had gone out for a night with them, and you really did feel bad for leaving after only a few drinks, but it felt too suffocating to be in such a small bar, with so many drunk, horny strangers.
The Universe seemed to have separate plans, however, and as you turned to leave, you barreled straight into someone. Well, more like someone barreled straight into you.
“Ow! What the-” You didn’t even have time to register you were falling until you hit the ground. A sudden dampness fell over your shirt, and the sound of a cup hitting the ground followed.
“Oh! Oh, my God, I’m so, so sorry!” A man’s voice came from closer than you would’ve liked, and you looked up to find a mess of hair and worried eyes directly next to your hip. You were quick to try to shuffle away, but your mind was already too occupied with the bruise that you could feel forming on your back, where skin had collided with floor. “Oh shit, your shirt!”
what do you think of the theory that David has either anxiety or depression in Camp Camp?
Personally, I don’t think he has depression or anxiety - at least not any more than the average person would. I think that was the point in episode 8.
The whole point of the episode was that David just… genuinely loves camping and really wants to share that love with the children he watches over.
Yeah, in the finale he broke his cheery character for a moment.
David knows that people don’t care about the camp. He’s not blind to how negative the world can be. He does in fact hear all the insults the campers throw at him for trying to stay positive and I think deep down those insults do hurt him. But I don’t think his positivity is a facade or his love of camping is a kind of escapism from some deep seeded depression or anxiety. I personally think David just has a genuine love for Camp Campbell and the memories he had there when he was a kid. Camping is something that really does make him happy and as shown in episode 8, his idea of relaxation is camping alone where the kids aren’t trying to knock him down because they don’t believe he can be that happy.
So if you’re asking if I agree with the theory that David has anxiety or depression, personally, I don’t think he has any more than the average person. As interesting as it is to have a really positive character secretly be just be putting on a facade to hide inner struggles, I think episode 8 shows us that this is not the case for David. Camping is just his thing and he actively tries to ignore the negativity that is thrown at him because he doesn’t want to become jaded and forget the love he has for this camp even if he is the last one to care about it at all. If anything, he’s probably tired of needing to justify why he should be happy as the pessimistic Max continues to try to push him to his limits simply because David doesn’t outwardly express how much Max’s bullying affects him.
Honestly, I really love and respect David’s character. I hope he gets more moments where he can just enjoy making the campers happy. That’s all he really wants and I hope he gets that,
Last year I was a driver for a popular service where people use there own car. Both user and driver could rate each other.
It was around the holidays and I picked up a lovely lady from an
office party. The rider info was a guys name. They came out together and
he opened the car’s front door for her to get in then says to me, “ Ok,
you’ve got the address. Thank You for driving her home safely.”
Not too uncommon.
I ask her if she had a nice evening,
“ Well,” She said, “I’m still trying to process what just happened
She goes on to tell me how tonight was the third date out with this guy.
Her office was having their holiday party so she invited the guy to go
with her as her date.
He said he would be coming straight from work and asked her to get
dropped off at the party and he would meet her there. She tells me at
the party how the guy was pretty much ignoring her, not showing
affection, being much more distant than before.
They spend a few hours there and had a couple of drinks. He asked her if
she was ready to leave. She thought that meant they were going home
together, in his car.
She went to get her coat and in that time he called her an (insert
popular rider app here) and I showed up to pick them up.
So they came out and He put her in the car, sent her home but He STAYED
at the party! He tricked her in to leaving. It was her office party and
she asked him to join her as a date!
What. A. Jerk.
When we arrive to her home I tell her she looked wonderful tonight
and I’m sorry that her date didn’t go as planned. That I hoped she would
not think to much about this crummy dude.
Then the app asked me to rate the rider. It was under the guys account so I asked her,
How many Stars should we give David? (Not his real name)
“Zero Stars” she says.
And that’s what I did. We gave him the lowest rating. Fuck David. I hope we lowered his score.
Bits of it are all there intact. And other bits, it’s like I’ve never seen them before. My wife made a very good analogy, that it’s like stripping wallpaper. Some bits just come off in a wonderful sort of pass, they just fall off the wall. And other bits, you have to pick away at for days.
Request: can you do a soulaate cas oneshot? like the reader and cas don’t know each other, but they meet and the reader can see his wings?
AN: What’s up, guys? I’m super excited to be writing for Cas :) …and I'm also excited to tell y'all that I am going to officially become an aunt today or early tomorrow! (I’m sitting in the hospital with my sister, as I write this) Anyways, I hope that everyone enjoys! Feel free to tell me what you think, leave a request, or just stop by to say hello! :)
The sound of your bare feet smacking against the slimy concrete, echoed off of the surrounding brick walls as you sprinted around a corner and into an empty alleyway.
“Do you really believe that you could ever escape me, [Y/N]?” a man laughed sadistically from behind you; the same man whom had broken into your apartment, mere moments before. “I know that Castiel has taught you otherwise."
Ducking into a nearby doorway, you pressed into the shadows and squeezed your eyes shut, hopelessly trying to answer the questions that swirled recklessly through your mind.
Because @freifraufischer asked nicely (sorry I didn’t get this posted last night!):
For a long time they stood silently, staring at Emma and each other. Then Will cleared his throat. “What’s going on?”
Toby shook his head quickly. “I think the question is do we want to know what’s going on.”
“Well,” said CJ, “I want to know what’s going on.”
“What did you think was going on, sir?” Kate asked.
“I was assuming something outlandish, like a secret KGB base that got left behind without orders when the Soviet Union collapsed,” the president replied.
“I think it’s more complicated than that,” Donna said, staring down the road at an approaching party. The tiny brunette was hurrying toward them, skipping every now and then to keep up with the tall men flanking her. One was dressed mostly in green, and in one hand he carried a crossbow. The other man wore black leather, and one of his hands was a hook.
“What do you mean, Donna?” Josh asked.
She pointed at each one as she spoke. “Robin Hood. Captain Hook.”
“She’s good,” Emma said. “I hope she’s in charge of something.”
“Donna?” said three of them at once.
Donna shook her head. “No, no, this makes sense.”
“Donna, maybe we should get you inside,” the first lady suggested.
“I’m not crazy,” Donna insisted. “I know what it sounds like, but didn’t you just see what happened? There was a griffin. The mayor stopped bullets. She made herself vanish. And while I will completely agree that the guy with one hand is not nearly enough of a dandy to be Captain Hook, is that or is that not Robin Hood?”
By then the trio had reached them, and the green-clad man offered a wry smile. “I prefer Robin of Locksley these days, milady.”
“See?” Donna insisted. “I’m not crazy!”
“I’m not sure that’s really proof, Donna,” the president said.
“Yeah, she’s… right,” Emma finally said. “Welcome to my life. Weird town full of fictional people. Most of the time it’s, you know, fine. Then sometimes a villain shows up, or sometimes there’s griffins. Speaking of which, I should really go check on Regina. My mom can explain everything.”
The petite brunette stalled her for a moment. “We were coming here to tell you, it’s not a griffin, it’s griffin babies.”
Emma took off at a sprint, leaving the others stunned. To no one’s surprise, Josh recovered first. “Wait, her mom?”
The brunette gave a cheerful smile and waved.
“Wait, we can’t leave town because of the ash fall, but we have internet?” Will was saying. “Why does a magical town have internet?”
They had repaired to Granny’s, where the 1980s prices were still bothering Jed almost as much as the griffin’s appearance. The mayor and the sheriff had been seen twenty minutes ago, standing in the middle of Main Street and performing some kind of magic. Jed watched in no small amount of fascination. Before long, a shimmering dome had appeared over them, and the ash stopped falling. The two women then nodded to each other and went their separate ways.
“Why wouldn’t a magical town have internet?” Toby said. “They have griffins.”
CJ frowned. “I’m not sure about the logic of that.”
“You’re looking for logic in a town with griffins,” Josh put in.
“Oh, shut up.”
Kate, meanwhile, had moved on to other things. “So we’ve got Robin Hood and Captain Hook,” she said. “Who else?”
“Emma’s mom is Snow White,” Donna said. Off the skeptical looks of others, she said, “Skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony. Besides, she mentioned dwarfs.”
“That doesn’t mean—” Josh began, but Donna silenced him with a look.
“That would mean her husband—what was his name, David?—is Prince Charming,” CJ said.
“I’d buy that,” Kate replied with a shrug.
“Are we going to talk about how Emma and her mom are the same age?” Will asked.
The waitress at the diner came buy to top off coffee mugs at that moment. “Best not to think about it.”
“But no, really, how is everyone here?” Kate asked of the waitress. “You can’t possibly be from Maine.”
“Oh, no,” said the waitress. “No, we’re from the Enchanted Forest. It’s another realm. We ended up here when we were, um, cursed.”
“By the mayor, I assume,” Jed finally suggested.
His staff was a little startled. “What?” CJ said.
“Well, she’s obviously the Evil Queen.” With that, he took a sip and added, “This coffee is excellent.”
The waitress smiled and walked away. “Jed, I’m starting to worry about your sanity,” Abbey said quietly.
“We’re in a town populated by fictional people. You should be worried about my sanity.”
“Wait, how is the mayor Maleficent?” Josh asked.
Toby rolled his eyes. “That’s the one from Sleeping Beauty.”
“Oh. How did you know that?”
“I have a daughter.”
“Fine, how is the mayor… whatever the president called her.”
“The Evil Queen?” Jed said. “Well, first of all, her name is Regina.”
“Oh, that’s Latin for queen,” Josh said, interrupting. “Wait, she’s Queen Queen?”
“My mother was ambitious,” said the mayor, who entered with her usual impeccable timing. “Which may be the understatement of the century.”
It said something about the circumstances that not even Jed could come up with anything snarky to say. Regina, the mayor, the queen, brought her gloved hands together with a muffled clap. “We’ve put a dome over the town. It’ll keep the ash out and the griffins in,” she said.
“We want to keep the griffins in?” Charlie asked.
“Yeah, I’m not sure I like the sound of keeping griffins in,” CJ added.
Regina waited a moment to reply, like she was holding back a desired response. “The town line is a magical barrier,” she explained. “It should have kept you out, but a couple weeks ago we had a… problem. I’m guessing it did some damage. At any rate, we don’t know what would happen if the griffins approached the line, so we’d rather keep them in.”
Josh raised his hand. “Why are there griffins?”
“Do you want the evolutionary explanation? Or is ‘I’m going to kill Maleficent’ a good enough answer?”
Josh didn’t say anything, which was probably wise. CJ, however, looked at Regina with some trepidation. “If the griffin situation,” she said, hesitating at the word, “doesn’t get resolved before the ash stops, are we going to be able to leave?”
“The dome keeps magic in. Are you magical?”
“Well, I do like to cultivate that image.”
While some snickered, Regina just rolled her eyes. “The Secret Service can have their guns back if they promise not to shoot anything they don’t recognize,” she went on.
“Wait a minute,” Jed interrupted. “With all due respect, you can’t dictate what the Secret Service can and can’t do.”
“Mr. President, you’re more intelligent than to believe I will allow you and your people to threaten me and mine,” she said, with steel in her voice. Jed had sensed this woman’s confidence before now, but now he understood its royal provenance. She stepped closer, and though the others could probably still hear, he understood that she was speaking to him alone. “There are some things we need to discuss,” she said quietly. “You may well be afraid of me; you wouldn’t be the first. But some of my people are terrified of you.”
With that she turned and left the diner. “What was that about?” Donna asked, with wide eyes.
“We have no idea what’s in this town,” Toby replied. “She does, and she doesn’t want her people to turn into lab experiments.” He took a long sip of his coffee. “We may not know her very well, but it seems like she knows us.”
Wash joining the army as a last resort because his parents were really shitty about his transition
When the other Freelancers first ask what his real name is, he beams and says “David” and they’re all just like “David… that’s a nice name.” It makes Wash really happy, because his family never called him that.
Carolina finds out because she sees Wash out of his armor the locker rooms one day. He gets really flustered and scared because he thought he was alone. But she just calmly says “Don’t worry Wash, I’m not going to do anything. And if anyone messes with you I’ll fuck them up.”
Freelancers delivering junk food and chocolate stolen from the mess hall to Wash’s quarters when he gets his period.
Maine making sure Wash binds safely
North reminding Wash to take his Testosterone and other meds
York teaching wash how to shave his facial hair
York spending three days in the medbay with Wash when he has his surgery