All My Friends Are Wasted
Warnings: fluff, drinking
A/N: this is my first Peter Quill imagine so be nice
You have had a week, let me tell you. All you wanted to do was go to your local bar and just have fun with your friends, and that’s what you planned to do. You got some friends together and put you went. You started drinking, but you were never much of one. You could have just as much fun without it. But you still found yourself a few beers in. Your friends, on the other hand, were completely wasted. You sighed watching your drunken work friends and left them to go to the dance floor, bottle in hand. You were walking with your hands up, already beginning to dance. Nothing sexual, just grooving. You were having a ball all by yourself.
Your friends eventually came out and danced (if that’s what you want to call it) with you. Suddenly, something red catches your eye. You glance up to see a very nice looking man in a red leather jacket. You smile at him as your eyes connect and he smiles back. He begins to dance with your group, but then you somehow become more you and him, rather than him, you, and everyone else. His dance moves were ridiculous and had you bent over laughing. One minute he is rocking an air guitar solo and the next he’s humping the air. Then, he will grab your hands and spin you around. You couldn’t stop your smile with this one. “So, where’s your friends?” He asked.
“I don’t know. All my friends are wasted.” I say with a shrug.
He laughs. “You aren’t?”
“No sir.” I say.
“Well, I’ll get you there.” He said with a wink.
You laugh and say, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“I’m Peter.” He said. “But you can call me Star Lord, if you want.”
You chuckle, but then realize he was completely serious. You immediately try to hide your smile as he groaned. “Okay,” you said. “Star Lord.” But you bust into laughter, leaning into his shoulder. He just sits there nodding like he should have known this was the response he would get. And he should have. “I’m sorry,” you finally say trying to stop your laughter.
“You look it,” he says.
“No, really, I like the name.” You say, somehow holding in your smile.
“You do?” He says, not believing a word.
You nod and say, “It fits you.” He rolls his eyes and then grabs your hand and turns you around. When you complete the turn he stops you by grabbing your waist. You lock eyes and you continue dancing.
Your bottle was now empty, but you were still waving it around. Suddenly Peter leaned down and asked, “Can I get you another drink?” Without ever stopping dancing, you nod. He smiles and leaves to go retrieve a drink. You continue to dance until he brings you back another beer. You each pop the tops. He holds his drink up to you. “Cheers?” He says.
“To what?” You reply.
He thinks for a minute. “To new friends.” He states, holding his bottle up higher.
“To new friends.” You smile and clink your bottles.
Thirty minutes later, you and Peter were really feeling the buzz and a song came on that you each loved. “All my friends are wasted… and I hate this club. Man, I drink too much!” You each yelled as you danced around each other. “Another Friday night I’ve wasted… my eyes are black and red. I’m crawling back to your bed.” The two of you almost toppled over and Peter grabbed you and stopped it. You turn to look at him and just fall into laughter. He follows suit and the two of you are just laughing over nothing.
You stop laughing and you just look at each other for a moment. “Y/N…” he started.
“Star Lord…” you say with a mocking smile.
He smirks at you. “Wanna crawl back to my bed?”
You raise your eyebrows. “Oh? What kinda girl do you take me for, Star Lord?”
“The kind that likes to cuddle.” He said.
You just laugh and smack his arm and start walking away, but he doesn’t follow. You turn back and raise your arms. “You coming?” You ask.
Peter, looking like he had forgot he asked, said, “Oh!” And ran to catch up with you. “I really didn’t think you would say yes.”
“You come off so cocky though,” you say with a smirk.
“All fake.” He said. “Completely and utterly fake.”
You just laugh at him and say, “So, where are we headed, Star Lord?” He smiled at the name and pointed. You turn to look and see a… ship? “You have a ship?” You asked, excited.
“Wanna see?” He asked.
“Um, yes!” You said, clearly excited. You grab his hand and run up to the ship, pulling him along with you. He shows you all around the ship as you look in awe. It was so nice and it was all his. You come into the cockpit and sit down in one of the chairs, propping your feet up.
He leans against a chair and looks down at you. “You hungry?”
“Starved.” You reply.
He makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and you just sit in the cockpit talking for hours. He tells you about his mom. You tell him everything that’s ever happened to you. He tells you about the guardians and their adventures. He tells you all his favorite songs and lets you listen to the Awesome Mixes. There was tons of laughing and knee touching throughout the night.
Before you know it, it’s 3 am. You look up from your watch at Peter. “You got somewhere to go?” He asks.
“Not necessarily, but it is getting late.” You stand up and he grabs your arm.
“You can stay if you want. No one else is staying on the ship tonight.” You think for a moment before nodding. “Are you tired?” He asked.
He stands up and grabs your hand. “Come on.”
You pull him back with a smile and say, “Wait.” He turns back with his eyebrows raised, but you face him the other way. He was confused, but stayed put. You back up a little and then jump onto his back. He makes a noise and you say, “Hey! I’m not that heavy.”
“Are you sure?” He joked and you just smiled and hit his chest before you nuzzled into his neck.
When you get to his room, he backs up to the bed and falls backwards. You grunt with his weight on top of you. “Peter!” You yell.
“That’s not my name.” He said.
“Oh my gosh, Star Lord! Get up!” You say, pushing him up.
He laughs as he walks to the dresser. He grabs a gray t-shirt and throws it at you without ever looking over at you. Soon enough a pair of boxers were thrown as well. “The bathroom is right there for you to change,” he says pointing to the bathroom, but as he turns back you already have your shirt off, facing the other way. “Or that. That works too.” He says walking over to the other side of the bed.
You quickly slip his shirt over your head. “Hey, no peeping.” You say, sternly.
He rolled his eyes. “Like you weren’t begging me to look. You didn’t even warn me.” He said as he climbed under the covers.
You removed your shorts, but it didn’t really matter because his shirt was so big that you couldn’t see anything anyways. “It was a perv test. You failed. So, good job.”
He deadpans you as you slide his boxers on. You smile and climb under the covers. You lay on your right side as you face him. He turns and faces you. There is a good bit of space between the two of you. “Don’t be shy.” He whispers.
“You failed the perv test, so no cuddling for you, Star Lord.” You whisper back with a smile.
“Oh, come on. No bonus questions? No redemptions?”
“No second chances.” You say with a shrug and roll over. You reach up and turn the lamp off next to the bed. You smile as you feel a hand snake around your waist.
“Positive?” He whispers in your ear.
“Okay, maybe just this one time.” You say.
He laughs and nuzzles into your neck, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your temple and you smile to yourself.
What a night.