One-Shots and What-nots

Peter Quill x (alien) Reader

You leaned you head on the wall, listening to the music Peter was blasting out of the ship's boombox.  "I see the bad moon rising.  I see trouble on the way."  You had no idea why the human race created such upbeat sounding songs about their possible demise.  Nevertheless, you watched Peter dance along to the music. 

He caught you watching him and gave you one of his adorable grins.  "What's up blueberry?!"  He said, referring to your blue-colored skin.  You blushed at your nickname, making your cheeks a light purple.  "The roof." You answered.  You tilted your head back as if confused.  "Why do you ask?"  Peter kept grinning but shook his head in disbelief.  "Are these sort of expressions only exclusive to Earth?" He asked you.  Now it was your turn to grin.  You had spent enough time with Peter to understand the meaning of 'what's up'.  The only bone who failed to understand was Drax.

After a moment, Peter understood your sarcasm and laughed.  "Well I never thought I would see the day that you made a joke."  You shrugged.  "Well not only Earthlings can have a sense of humor."  Peter walked forward and held out his hand, giving you a small smile.  "Well my numerous lady, care for a dance?"  You screamed internally and nodded, standing up.  Peter and you began to dance together quickly to the tempo of the music.

"Don't go round tonight, cause it''s bound to take you life.  It's a bad moon rising."  Peter turned you around and dipped you over towards the ground.  "My lady." He said again.  You placed your hand over one of your hearts as if you were surprised.  "Oh Starlord!  Flirting with such a noble lady?  How scandalous!"  Peter lowered his voice.  "Well I uh... do have the word Lord in my name don't I?"  You pretended to think for a moment then shrugged.  "I suppose so."  You said after a moment.

Peter's grin grew even larger than it had before as he twirled you around again just as the song ended.  As the two of you straightened up, you realized the vast closeness between you and him in the confines of the ship.  You felt you face flush as you stared into the eyes of the man you held so dearly to your hearts.  "Y/N.". Peter said quietly.  Like a planet two small to be revolving round another, you felt yourself drawn closer to Peter's face. 

"Peter!"  From the other room you could hear Drax call Peter's name.  "D-Drax is looking for you."  You said, breathlessly pointing out the obvious.  Peter slowly minimized the space between you two.  "He can wait a moment longer."  He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest.  Both your lips were now only centimeters from each other and were quickly shortening the distance.

"Peter!"  Drax shouted again, this time from the doorway where his sudden presence scared you both.  Both of you quickly recoiled form one another.  Peter rubbed the back of his neck.  "Geez Drax.  You party pooper."  Drax scrunched up his face in confusion.  "I do not poop at parties!"  He said offended.  "It is only after that I normally do so."  Finding the conversation awkward, you planned your hand on Peter's back.  "I better go."  You said quietly.  "I promised Rocket I'd help him babysit Groot."  Peter nodded.  "Yea alright.  Catch you later!"  As you slipped out of the room you placed your hand over one of your hearts.  Little did Peter know he had already caught you in your hearts.

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~ <3 <3 ApocalypseRaccoon (:P Not much to say)