Motherfuckin' Starboy

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“  guess i jinxed myself with all those jokes  ,  because i really didn’t see this coming  .  ”

    “sooo, do you want me to leave now, or??” really, peter couldn’t keep up with who preferred that he leave right after, who enjoyed cuddling, who didn’t mind still being there in the morning after. personally, he’d never been the whole stay the night sort of guy until a bit more recently with everything that he’d gone through. it tended to change one’s perspective. make you think differently. but, it wasn’t just his choice here. daisy had every right to kick him right out if she wanted. “i’d try to woo you with my awesome breakfast cooking skills, but that would be a lie.” 

“ please tell me you didn’t just eat those m&m’s… i was saving it ! ”  //  @sunmastcr​

    “uh...” as subtly as he can, peter attempts to slide the now empty wrapper away, plastering a wide grin on his face. “wasn’t me !! must have been... the person who was here before me. totally.” 

          carol  can’t  help  but  grin  once  she  hears  peter’s  response.  he  and  his  ragtag  group  of  heroes  had  always  brought  her  great  JOY-  and it  was  especially  nice  KNOWING  that  she  wasn’t  the  only  one  with  a  set  of  eyes  on  the  galaxy.  “  really?  you’d  do  that  for  me?!  ”  face  IGNITES  in  joy.  “  i’ll  treat  you  to…  er…  pizza  or  something  for  all  your  help.  ”  pizza  was  no  EXOTIC  space  food  that  she  often  found  comforted  her,  but  it  did  hit  the  spot.

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Dinah looked over as he spoke before chuckling to herself. “I hope this isn’t a pitch to be my bodyguard.” She humored, of course knowing that isn’t what he meant. There was a reason she had no security and it was because she was as good as it got when it came to herself. “Trouble?” She questioned as she watched him for a moment. “I hope your not going to ruin a normal conversation by telling me you are some sort of kleptomaniac killer because, I was planning on having a night off.”

“what, i don’t make a terrifying bodyguard??” he question, mouth dropping open in shock as a hand settled over his chest. trying to be as dramatic as possible, of course. he most certainly did not look terrifying, that was for sure. hand dropping away, peter chuckled softly, giving a shake of his head. “nothing of the sort. former thief, actually, but i’m reformed these days. i’m with the guardians of the galaxy, we do... a lot of different things, i guess. mostly saving the galaxy. but that does end up putting us into some trouble from time to time. or, more often than not.” 

“Never heard of you.” Adrian replied. He was still getting used to this new world he found himself in, but he didn’t hear of any galaxy guardians. “Like the Lanterns? Like space cops?” Adrian asked. The man didn’t have the telltale ring on his finger, but Adrian didn’t know enough about… anything really to entirely rule it out. “I work during the ideal babe-picking up times. I think i’m like- kinda a Batman figure? Deep and brooding and kinda a solo act. Is Batman universal?” Adrian made a face. So much of his language depended on references, which was hard in a place where his references possibly made no sense.

“Ok, so imagine i’m like, a girl.” Adrian said, leaning on the table with both hands. “How would you start the convo? Just like, smokin’ hot babe alert, me, right now, right here.”

“right in the ego, every time.” to be fair, he knew there were quite a lot of people around now that weren’t from this world, and that meant they wouldn’t exactly know who he was. lessened the bruise to his ego, at least a little bit. “space cops?? you mean like the nova corps?? of course you guys got your own space cops in your universe. but, nah. the guardians are more like... space pirates. we do jobs, save the galaxy. usually for the right price.” well, most of the time. generally they didn’t get paid for the whole hero work, but it never did stop peter from doing whatever he could to keep people safe. units were just a really awesome perk. “batman?? uh -- yeah, sorry, can’t say i’ve actually heard of the guy. big deal where you’re from, i take it??”

okay, well, that definitely wasn’t where quill had been expecting the conversation to lead. leaning back, he hummed softly in thought. never one to turn down a challenge, even if it was sprung on him so quickly. after a bit of thinking, he grinned, shifting forward as he leaned in closer. “so, beautiful, i bet you’ve never seen a ship as awesome as mine is. i was just thinking of heading back, thought you might enjoy a personal tour of it. i promise i’m very thorough.” 

“okay, okay wait. go back to the part where you said you can do fireworks out of your hands?? is that how it works?? either way, it’s badass and giving me far too many ideas that may, or may not, be good. but, hey, no one’s around to stop them right now.” 

“ i’ve .. never been . “ was one way to put it , but tara had been curious about this world and now to know that there was more planets than this one .. she’d ask as much as she could stand . “ oh , i’m sure . i don’t .. i don’t sing . but what would you say is the best planet for a singing career ? “

“Nah, nah. I work too much for like- ladies. Ladies need time and stuff.” Adrian explained, as if he knew anything about the art of picking up women. The most he could recall was the stuff his brother Guts told him growing up, most of which had resulted in Adrian getting slapped across the face in various bars across Evergreen. “I’m more of a like- cool mysterious lone wolf type? Hoping that’ll make the ladies flock to me, eventually. Like, ‘wow he has no friends! he must be super cool’ or something.” Adrian said with a nervous laugh.

“So you’re like a space guy? That’s- that’s major league shit. Like i’ve fought aliens and stuff, but I haven’t quite gone to space yet. Is it cool? Like- alien babes and all of that? Laser guns?”

okay, yeah, peter was more than a little amused at this point. while he didn’t know this guy even remotely, it seemed he was very enthusiastic about all of this. and, hey, there was nothing wrong about that. kept him from thinking too much about... anything, really. the things that he was trying to avoid thinking about even if most of his memories were blocked out. “right, right. see, i get where you’re coming from that, but you gotta actually be out there making it work. you know, going out to a club or a bar and putting out that whole vibe. draw them to you.” 

“oh, yeah, it’s pretty krutacking awesome. i’m star-lord, by the way. or peter quill. part of the guardians of the galaxy -- kind of a big deal.” leaning back, peter chuckled softly. “laser guns, sure. lot of other really cool weapons too, like my element blasters. and there’s a lot of different aliens out there. different species. some better than others.” 

Dinah tapped her index finger against her glass in time with the beat as the other laughed, a chuckle escaping her own lips as she looked at him. “I don’t know. Think I might have you beat.” She said with a shrug. “I don’t do good with sob stories. I’d rather fight.” She said which was true in a way. “Though I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of everyone.” She joked. “I’m Dinah by the way.”

“wouldn’t be the first time someone had me beat with that.” he’s glad to hear the chuckle, see her unwind just a bit. if anything, peter gets it -- he’d been wound up rather tightly ever since he’d come back from... well, he didn’t want to think about it. not when he was trying to forget what few memories he had. “you and me both, in that case. prefer kicking ass and taking names. so, you know, if anyone’s ever looking to hire someone.” the joke earns another soft laugh from peter. “you’re sweet to spare me, dinah. real nice to meet you. i’m peter. or quill, if you prefer. depends on the person or how much trouble i’m in at the time.” 

                                             OPEN STARTER. 

          carol cursed audibly when she’d returned to her apartment to find the door half-cracked and her cat, chewie gone. this was not an odd occurrence, though. she was an explorer and she loved the city. to be frank, chewie did not meet anyone who she didn’t show some kind of affection towards- whether it be a simple nudge of the leg or a pounce onto the lap. chewie was not your average cat, instead an alien species called a flerken who looked like your typical housecat native to planet c-53. carol exits her apartment and she’s now walking up and down the street, stopping when she runs into a familiar face. “ hey, sorry to bother you. just got in from space last night and my cat is missing. her name’s chewie… she looks like this. ” the blonde holds up an old polaroid photo of her cat, a hopeful look upon her face. “ please tell me you’ve seen her?! ”

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Dinah was about to take a sip of her drink before she heard a voice speak close to her. “It is just a job.” She didn’t always felt like the compliments were well deserved since she did have a specific power that meant she could do the things she did with her voice. “I don’t think air guitar counts.” She humored with half a smile. “Is this the part you start spilling your life story?”

that earned a bark of laughter, pulling the drink in closer towards himself before taking a quick sip. not too bad, actually. easy to forget that terran alcohol was very different from what he’d grown up with. “hey, i got a mean air guitar solo. you should just see how the crowd goes crazy.” shifting towards her better, peter hummed faintly. “not that drunk to divulge my life story, i’m afraid. maybe get a few more in me and i might be a tad more willing to do just that.” 

“   did you really think you could make a living as a singer ?  “  (  @sunmastcr​  )

When Dinah wasn’t cracking jaws on the streets, she worked as a singer in wherever she could book. She never did want be some big star, just needed to make some cash. The training for her Canary Cry, fine tuning pitches and controlling her breathing and frequencies also meant she could apply it to singing. However, this particular bar was a quiet one but she needed the money. Heading to the bar after the performance, Dinah caught the attention of the bartender. “Can I have a rum on the rocks?” She asked, not taking notice of someone who came up next to her.

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“good taste in drinks and you got a set of lungs on you?? bet you got everyone around here swooning constantly.” peter had been enjoying the show a great deal when she’d been performing. it wasn’t every day someone with actual talent came across this particular bar that he’d been frequenting as of late. “you know, i’ve performed here myself once or twice, but i don’t think i even come close to your skills.” raising a hand towards the bartender to get the man’s attention, he settled down in the chair. “i’ll have what she’s having, thanks.” 

“Dude, that’s so cool.” Adrian said with a wide grin. “Not like the- being stood up part. But the standing people up, that’s sick. Like fuck chicks- they’re gross. Gotta show ‘em who’s boss.” Adrian fully placed his bin of dirty dishes on the table, as he said so. “That so like- rock ‘n’ roll. Like that’s Jagger-level shit. Bangin’ chicks and then just- going.” Adrian did a quick sign of the horns. This guy, whoever he was, was next level cool. He seemed way too cool for a gross Italian restaurant on this side of New York. How he ended up was beyond Adrian, but that was besides the point. Maybe this was fate.

“No, this isn’t Terran food, it’s Italian. I don’t know if Terra is a region in Italy or something. It’s like- pizza and stuff.” Adrian pointed to the menu, as if to prove his point, “You know Italy? Mario and Vespas and stuff.” 

well, that was -- certainly not the reaction peter was used to receiving whenever he spoke about certain aspects of his history. most of the time he was used to being called a moron, or some other word or another before he was being smacked across the back of his head. to be fair, none of those reactions had ever been wrong. he’d certainly be a grade a jackass. still, quill couldn’t help but laugh at the little sign, and the way this guy was speaking so confident ally about the subject. “respect on the jagger comment, dude. you got some good taste there, in any case. you always this excited about these sorts of things?? ever done the same thing??” 

right. it was easy to forget not everyone knew the lingo that was so second nature to him. “right, yeah, no i got the italy part. good stuff, seriously. but i meant more the planet. earth. i got no issues with the food up ‘round the galaxy but sometimes you want stuff from home.” 

“every time i come to this planet, there’s something new to amaze me,” they said. they didn’t love this place, but it was far from the worst place they’d ever been. “i think my favorite thing this time is how everyone thinks this technology is so advanced. but i guess i should be asking what your favorite thing is.” @reshieldedstart​

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