Marvel Avengers Imagine & Preference [Includes Smut] DISCONTINUED

Gorgeous Green Girlfriend. [Peter Quill /Reader Fluff]

"There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day."
You recognized the upbeat intro of Brandy by Looking Glass humming throughout the walls of your private quarters rather obnoxiously.

It was an early Saturday morning in the Stark Towers, too early to be woken up by blasting music.

You immediately identified the source of the unpleasantly loud tune to be coming from the room next door to yours. 
Groaning internally you rolled over in your large, king sized bed to glance at the digital clock beside you. An amused express sliding across your features. It was a bit comedic if anything, that such a technologically advanced compound  had decided to use such seemingly outdated tech. A digital alarm clock compared to A.I systems and other fancy gadgets seemed very out of place.

"F.r.i.d.a.y! Whose blaring music at.." you paused to glare at the digital clock again, a bright red 7:00 AM glaring involuntarily back. "At 7:00 am on a Sunday morning?!"
You shouted to the A.I, being forced to yell over the now seemingly louder music.
"It appears that Mr.Quill would be the one utilizing the stereo systems. Would you like me to alert him Miss. [Y/L/N]?" 
Oh, That's right!
Your mind whirred, remembering the events of the previous day.
Tony did mention a certain "Star-munch" would be returning to the tower tomorrow. Well, tomorrow meaning today I guess.

"No, I'll do it Myself. Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y." You responded taut with frustration; Upset that your sleep had been so rudely and abruptly disturbed by some imbecile's need to blast 70's pop at 7:00 AM.

Dragging yourself from your silken sheets and warm blankets you decided to give him a piece of your mind.
You yanked your oversized t-shirt into a more suitable position, it's length was far from appropriate but you hardly cared as you fumed in a more calm than vehement way towards this maniacs door.

You knocked harshly, you had to be sure you'd be heard above the music that seemed to get even louder the closer you got.
The door swung open abruptly.
A figure stood in the doorway and upon seeing him your gaze softened. The song rolled smoothly into the next chorus, seeming almost as if the words were written for you at that moment.

"All the sailors say Brandy,
You're a fine girl,
Such a good wife you would be."

Your  [Y/E/C] gaze entwined almost  immediately with his, Peter Quill. Suddenly becoming acutely aware of how underdressed you were.
He was tall, his frame graced with all of the rugged features you'd expect to see on a space pirate.
Shapely biceps, Semi- muscular physique, kind blue-green eyes (although his expression didnt match the kindness in his irises). Hazelnut brown waves of hair and brows that were furrowed harshly as his optics studied you, clearly unveiling that he did not regard you the same as you did had to him in this short span of time.

You realized exactly why as an exquisitely stunning woman sauntered towards him.
Her skin was a bitterly regarded shade of emerald green and streaks of red ran through her midnight black hair.
Something about her aura was beautiful and equally lethal.

Her features were the least bit expressive, however you could tell from the slight smirk that graced her enthralling features and the way Quill immediately matched her persona that there was something going on between them.

"But my life, my love and my lady, is the sea.
Doo do do doo do do do doo do do do doo."
You glared disappointedly at the ground just as they both broke away from each other's gaze and turned to glare at you.
"Did you need something?" Quill inquired, his hand rested against the door his physique taut with impatience; the woman coming to stand beside him, her arms crossed firmly.

"Just for you to turn the music down." You replied trying your hardest not to sound the least bit disappointed  all because of the two second crush you'd developed being shattered.

"No problem, happy trails kid." He answered huskily, swinging the door closed quickly. Leaving you alone in the long corridor.

Peter wasn't yours, and he likely would never be yours. His heart belonged to his gorgeous green space girlfriend. You still found yourself thinking about him as you laid back down to rest, the temporary sadness of having a failed crush, ironically seeming to crush you as you tried to catch a few more z's.

But hey, at least he'd turned down the music.

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Sorry this one didn't feature powers or anything like that, just a whole lot of disappointment.

So what happens when you've got insomnia at 2:00 am but have a trip to New York the next day? This happens. Hope you enjoyed.