●Marvel Imagines/Preferences●

○Peter Quill○

"Where'd you get this kid from?" She scoffed as the handsome guy interrogated his pals, eyeing her from top to bottom.

"She's from earth." The weird fox or racoon or something spoke up. "Lost her way around."

"Hey! I DID NOT lose my way around." She spoke in a loud voice, catching everyone's attention. "It was you people who made me lose my way around."

"What's she talking about?" Drax, the only person who's name she knew whispered to the lady with tentacles.

"Well...we wouldn't mind keeping her with us for some time, would we?" The handsome guy wiggled his eyebrows.

"I am Groot." The tree thing spoke, looking up from his video game.

"Of course you do." The fox or racoon rolled it's eyes.

"Mr. Fox or Racoon can you pl-"

"What did you just call me?" The animal jumped over a chair and stood on a table, aiming a laser gun at her.

"Slow down...Rocket." Mr. Handsome spoke sternly. "I think we'll keep her for some time, huh?"

"Hey! Mr. Ha- erm...Mr. Whatever your name is-you can't just do that!" She yelled walking to him.

"The name is Starlord-Peter for you. We don't mean no harm, kid." Kid, Kid? "We'll just socialise a bit...get to know more about what's going on on Earth, then we'll send you back."

"You cannot control when I will go back!" She raised her arms up in the air.

"I like the sass." He muttered to the lady with tentacles.

"I don't." Rocket scoffed.

"I am Groot."

Well, what could she even do?

*Three weeks later*

She decided to take a long, warm shower. Peter had fixed the shower today morning and nobody was there in the shuttle today.

Little did she know.

Having showered, she left the bathroom with her body covered in a towel. And there, right outside the shower stood delicious Mr. Quill without a shirt.

"Oh hi." Her voice came out as a squeak.

"Erm...hello?" He could sense the awkwardness too.

"You said you people were going to-what was it-Noland?"

"Knowhere." He chuckled. "You're cute."

"Thanks, I guess." She shrugged, wrapping her arms around the towel anxiously. "So, you didn't go?"

"They did, not me." He took a step closer and his voice dropped low. "I thought you'd prefer some company."

Couldn't he just stop? He stood proudly with that broad chest on display, smelling like leather and grease and everything manly-it was becoming difficult for her to concentrate.

"That's...generous of you." That's when she recalled how not generous he was. "Wait! You are so not generous! I want you to take me back home!"

"I will, sweetheart. There's a bit of problems going down on earth. We wouldn't want you to get hurt, would we?" Another step closer, she could feel his breath.

"I want to meet my grandmother!"

"Geez Y/N...I'm trying to have a nice 'moment' with you and you bring your grandmother in?"

"Moment?" She feigned innocence.

"Damn...stop acting like you don't get it. I know you do."

"I know you know I know I do." She smiled.

"Man, I love that head of yours." He placed his hand gently on her forearm, pulling her close.

"Of course you do, you don't seem to have one." She mocked.

"There comes the sass. You are the kind who can make a moment, ruin it and yet get off as cute and innocent."

"I'll take that as a complement." She smirked.

"Fuck it I wanna kiss you-"

Before she could react, she was pushed against the bathroom door, his body trapping her with his thighs on either side of her body. Air left her lungs as his lips met her into a demonicalluy passionate kiss. Her hands found their way to his head, pulling him close.

She wanted more, more.

"You taste so much better than I imagined." He whispered pulling away, and then diving back in, devouring her.

Was that?

"Wait!" She screeched, pushing him away.

"What-what's wrong? Wasn't I-"

"Just hush." She walked closer to the corner. "Oh My God Drax! Is that you!?"

"I've mastered the ability...of standing so incredibly still-"

Q. What TV show are you currently watching?

A. I'm binge-watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S (as always)

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