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TFLN overflown for @stormbreaking

[momsboy]

[ ooc: Starter here, "[ A misfire ] We hate each other therefore I can't stop thinking that the sex would be mindblowing". ]

[ Ugh. ] Mantis, I was texting her. [ For not other reason that she won't outright mock him about it. She's not that mean.

That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.]

If we get technical, your bed is also my bed, I own the ship. But yes, maybe.

[stormbreaking]

It's my bed because I sleep in it.

[Does Quill really want to go there? They can debate semantics all day.]

Unless you plan to join me in it.

TFLN @protectoroftheskies

[momsboy]

[ ooc: Starter here: " I made out with the guards to distract them from how illegitimate my fake id badge was. It worked wonderfully." ]

Cute, Danvers, real cute.

Do you want to put that to test or you are all just talk?

Re: TFLN @protectoroftheskies

[protectoroftheskies]

I’ll take you any time, any place. You just remember I’ve been flying longer than you’ve been alive.

TFLN @akatrashpanda

[momsboy]

[ ooc: Starter here: "If I find out you're the one who pierced my belly button I'm going to throw you out of the airlock." ]

I honest to god have no idea. None at all.

--
He doesn't answer that next text message because he's laughing his ass off. Rocket might hear him if he's getting close to Peter's room.

"Have I ever told you that you say the sweetest things?" The reply is dry and sarcastic but Peter's eyes are still bright with amusement. He's leaning back on the bed's headboard, fingers laced behind his head, and doesn't mention that Rocket could blow him in a different way only because he catches himself in time.

Shifting on the bed until he's sitting on the edge, knees slightly apart, Peter's fingers curl around the hem of his shirt. He's never been fond of authority and tends to see rules as suggestions but there's something about Rocket ordering him around that makes Peter want to purr. So he finally pulls the up, slowly, exposing his now pierced bellybutton. "What do you think?"

[akatrashpanda]

"Only when you want to fuck." he replies with an eyebrow raised in unamusement, which is quite a feat since his significant other is spread out on his bed, like an invitation for many many dirty things.

As Peter moves to sit on the edge of the bed, the shorter man is moving into the space between the other's open legs, and watches the metal addition become exposed on the taught abdomen that he knows so well. "I already told you." he quips, eyes darting up to Quill's for a moment, throwing him a cheeky smirk to go with it. "It doesn't look as stupid as I thought it was going to." His eyes are already back on the body modifier and kneels down onto the floor in front of Peter to get a better look, his fingers reaching out to test the sensitivity of the surrounding area. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his tone lower than usual, with a slight husk to it, clearly showcasing the Rocket approves very, very much.

TFLN @deadlylittlespider

[momsboy]

[ ooc: Starter here, "[ A misfire ] We hate each other therefore I can't stop thinking that the sex would be mindblowing". ]

What good way? Why are the handsome ones always the most annoying too, I wonder.

Isn't everyone like that? Or at least those are worth knowing, in my experience.

[ Nothing wrong with being amused, Natasha. Peter thinks life's better if you laugh at it. ]

Why not have both? You don't strike me as the kind f person who liked doing nothing for long.

<3

[deadlylittlespider]

Are you threatened? By Thor?

I try not to get to know people, if I can help it. It's easier in my line of business.

[She's bad at life outside of her life, okay?]

I suppose I will give you that. I don't sit still well.

PSL | @deadlylittlespider

[momsboy]

Peter was a man of his word.

Well not, not really. But he was trying to be since the whole things with the Guardians started and he tried to be less of a dick. It was a work in progress but he looked out for others when he could and that wasn't only limited to the people he knew well.

The team had discussed the idea of kidnapping Natasha one day for a little vacation, the poor woman hadn't taken a respite for the past five years. And after dying for the soul stone and then coming back to life, they all agreed that she deserved at least some fun.

Since Rocket knew her better than the rest, he was the one who sent her a simple message to pack lightly and look out of the window of the right wing in the Avenger's tower. There, hovering in mid-air without a care in the world, was the Benatar and the Guardians were visible through the glass of the cockpit. Peter smiled, sitting behind the controls, and Mantis and Groot waved happily at her. Drax, Nebula and rocket stood a little behind, either leaning against walls or with their arms casually crossed over their chest.

"You're late!"

[deadlylittlespider]

Natasha just didn't have anything else to do. Working for the Avengers was all she had left. Or so she felt. Over those five years it came down to the fact that no one else was left to do it. Everyone was either gone or out doing things as needed. She stayed in one place in order to make sure they were all connected.

Someone had to do it.

When she died, that should have been it. Done. No more work. No more Advenger'ing. No more saving a world. Yet here she was, alive again and keeping her post. Someone had to do it, right?

She had liked Rocket. He was sassy and out there. Didn't take shit. She liked hearing about Peter and the others as well, when the other would talk about them. So she had a lot of information on the Guardians, with out having great details.

Still, Peter seemed okay.

When she got the message from Rocket, she sighed but did pack a small bag, knowing that the random accidental conversation with Peter the other day had tumbled into 'you need a vacation', was about to come true. True to his word. Rocket had mentioned that in a way as well, so she wasn't surprised.

When the ship came down near Avengers Tower, she stood outside, her hands on her hips, looking up at the Benatar and it's crew. He told her SHE was late. She scoffed at that, looking up at the ship and crew before rolling her eyes and moving closer. Late. Whatever.

"I'm never late. I'm always exactly on my time." Land the damn ship so she can get the feeling of being in space again. Or maker, why was she agreeing to this again?

@Conjobs

[momsboy]

[ ooc: starter here "Let me braid your hair. I'm so great at it other people will see you and start to cry from how good you look.". ]

Because I like to have actual conversations rather than just bribe people with booze. Call me picky.

I'll be outside, try not to fall on your face on the way of the HUGE spaceship by the bar.

[ It really is testify of how used earth people is to seeing weird things that when Peter parks the Benathar and gets down the ramp to wait for John the most he gets is a couple of people looking at it funny and a bunch of college students taking a few photos.

His team is out doing god knows where, Rocket and Thor probably off drinking on their own while Drax, Mantis, and Nebula doing...whatever is that they did when they were together. As long as no one dies, Peter doesn't pry. ]

[conjobs]

[It's not that long of a walk outside but John, typical John, he gets distracted on his way there. There's a half-empty glass that needed tending to. Then there was a bombshell of a brunette who held his attention for a few minutes too long only to realise his pockets were empty and there was nothing to pick.

Eventually he stumbles out and he has to try to wipe the blurriness out of his eyes. There's the Waverider and there's whatever the fuck this is.]

You're illegally parked mate.

@tenk

[momsboy]

I thought that you meant someone who talked much but I am missing something here?

Good, thank you.

[tenk]

I take it you haven’t met one yet? Since the black rainbow, some of the undead can talk. They keep some of their humanity.

TFLN @ forceshadowed

[momsboy]

[ ooc: Starter here, "At least pick out a halfway decent top so if you get arrested you'll have a respectable mug shot photo. Always be prepared." ]

[ /Sad hi five o7 ]

It is. I don't know if I'll get to see her again, she's good at hiding.

[ And Peter only explained a third of what was really going on. He doesn't want to burden her with his troubles or actually talk about them. ]

Can't say I've ever heard of him, or that battle, but that's expected. The universe is a big place. I'll call some people that operate across all systems to see if they got anything. The Ravagers are good at tracking people who don't want to be found.

[ It's never too late, in Peter's opinion. ]

She's...her name's Gamora. She's a Zen-Whoberis, one of the last of her kind. Bravest woman I've ever met, bit like a supernova. Strong, dangerous and beautiful all at once. She tried to rob and kill me the first time we met. I've never loved anyone before her.

ty! <3

[forceshadowed]

[ It's okay, Jane's also only explained a third of what's really going on with her, too. For one, after losing all her friends and family in that battle five years ago, she'd simply closed off; feeling guilty she survived, not wanting to feel hollowed out ever again. And two, it kind of sucks to have to tell people that your family's obnoxious enough to be causing all the trouble in one corner of the galaxy. Because, really, all these wars since the time of her grandfather? Just your typical Skywalker family drama. ]

Thank you.

I'll gladly let him be if he just doesn't want to be found. But I'm not even sure he survived.

[ She didn't feel him die, but... he'd been wounded and the ship had been falling apart at the seams and he'd forced her into the remaining escape pod. ]

Rob and kill you? She sounds like a keeper.

Does she know? That you love her?

TFLN | For @ odinsson

[momsboy]

[ starter: Bad news is I'm a slut again. Good news is its with people I've never been a slut with before. ]

No! Well...maybe. Life's complicated, especially private life, when you live in space.

[ He does and UGH, THOR PLEASE. ] Very witty. [ He hopes you can feel the sarcasm in that text. ]

That would have been an abuse of power, no one could have been able to say 'no' to you. Good thing here no one cares about that, uh? We can disrespect you to our heart's content :)

[ And do other things too, not like Peter realized what he accidentally implied. ]

[odinsson]

[ There it is again, that needling bite of a challenge -- and despite himself, Thor finds himself considering answering it. Pushing and testing, just a bit. He's been bothering texting their captain from his guest quarters because he's bored, because flying across the galaxy takes a long damned time compared to using the Bifrost, and taking the piss out of Peter Quill is. Well. Extremely fun. ]

i don't know, rocket's rather fond of me, and drax and i drank together the other night until we couldn't see straight. suspect the only one interested in disrespecting me is you.

[ Smirks. ]

Closed to @lady_calrissian

[momsboy]

Peter was sulking as he followed the woman to her private chambers after leaving the casino and her bodyguards behind. It wasn't because he was too concerned about what would happen next now that he lost his last round of sabacc against Alanna, and more because he totally did not realize what trick she was using to win until it was too late.

He didn't mind the cheating because he did the same when they played. She knew it, he knew it. The game was less about winning in an honest way and more about outwitting each other and Peter's pride was stinging a little. He thought he had gotten better after practicing card games with Rocket but she outsmarted him in the last round and they didn't exactly decide beforehand what was the price to pay.

Again, Peter wasn't terribly concerned because more often than not the pay was them fooling around. Some times, they didn't even need to play cards when he visited to reach the point of the night where they starting losing their clothes. He was curious and a little wary because the way the corner of her lips tugged into a familiar smirk as they walked meant trouble for him.

"I see that your taste in decor is as flawless as your taste in men." He remarked jokingly, looking around the room after they walked in.

[lady_calrissian]

Honestly she'd have made sure they laid out terms beforehand, because she'd expected him to catch on to what she was doing, because she hadn't been particularly subtle about it, but, apparently, that had worked in her favor after all. Though now it meant she was having to figure out consequences on the fly, which she didn't usually like to do.

Though it was easier to do with him than some of her other conquests, if only because the two of them had gotten to the point where they knew at least that much about each other that they didn't even always need the bet to get down.

She was happy enough leave the casino behind and in the capable hands of 'her boys', while she led Peter to the upper deck and her quarters, the barest germ of an idea starting to sift through her mind, settling into place as a good idea.

Though she laughed at the comment, "I guess I have scaled things down in here a little." She rolled her shoulders as she shed her Host blazer, hanging it up as she asked entirely too nonchalantly: "Do you remember that time we both got sauced on Sokion? And I started making demands?" Namely the demand that he should suck her cock, which had just led to her being drunkenly disappointed that she didn't actually have one so that he could.

Random ass PSL from the Plurk discussion

[crawfordstone]

This isn't exactly where Crawford thought his life would go. Working in a dingy cesspit of a bar at the ass end of the galaxy. All because of some seriously poorly thought out plan by some alien bastards in weird masks that thought he could land them some big prize. Then plan had been simple after he got away from them: find a way back home. The problem was, the few who actually knew where Earth WAS never seemed to be going that way. And if they were, it wasn't for free.

He probably could have made money faster if he'd gone with something that required a bit more in the way of travel. But he was at some busy hub, where he knew that the moment he had the funds to get a trip home, he could be out of there. Because that's all that mattered: Getting home.

That was three years ago. Turns out nothing changes whether you're on earth or another planet. You save and save, then something happens and then you're back at square one. Some day he'd have enough, or he'd hijack something if he had to.

But for now, it was just another day. He didn't even look up when the person approached the bar, as he put away a bin full of glasses.

"Yeah? What do ya want?"

[momsboy]

"Information." Peter said, voice calm but cheerful, arms resting on the bar and a charming smile on his face as he waited for the bartender to look at him. He went out of his way to come early when the place was still not too full, so getting the guy's attention shouldn't be too hard.

The Guardians were helping Carol to locate a group of Kree purists that had been causing trouble and plotting what it seemed to be another uprising. After so many years and Ronan's defeat, there were still zealots members hellbent on causing another war. Geez could they be more predictable?

Because this was a matter that required finesse and not cannonballing into Kree's ships to blow them up, the Guardians had reached out for their informants and past friends. Everything lead them to this backwater planet that was perfect for a secret weird meeting because no one with taste would like to come here in the first place.

After some more investigating, or in Nebula and Drax's case some good placed threats with really big knives, they had confirmation that the group of Kree were about to meet in one of the local bars for the fourth time. Problems was, the planet had like, fifteen of them. So here Peter was, trying to narrow it down while the rest of his team did the same somewhere else.

Closed to amongfriends

[momsboy]

They still had to talk about the things Peter was too scared to address. He had failed Gamora in Knowhere, had failed the Galaxy as a whole in Titan, and it was his fault Rocket and Nebula had to spend five years on their own. Stark's sacrifice had been what brought her back along many others but countless of lives were lost, Tony's among them. It was a stressful mix, feeling overjoyed to have Gamora back, alive and well in his life, and carrying the guilt of what happened.

Everyone tried to move on because that's what the Guardians did when life was rough, soldier on and keep moving forward. The God of Thunder was among them now and no matter how much he and Peter butted heads, travelling with the Guardian would do him good. After the funeral and picking up the man in New Asgard, they were finally ready to leave Earth. Peter couldn't wait to be in deep space, the planet still held nothing but bad memories, now with added ones.

He left Rocket to the controls, chatting with Drax and Mantis, while Nebula and Thor exchanged suggestions about weaponry. Peter understood that Gamora might need some time alone but he couldn't bring himself to leave her out of his sight for long. Checking the bedroom first, he knocked on the door, waited for a second, and peered inside.

"Ey..."

[amongfriends]

It is difficult for Gamora to make sense of what happened after she died. She knows that for some time at the start that Thanos had called her back as a child of all things. She knows they talked up until the day things went black. She thinks maybe after that someone else was there for a little while before they were both set free by Stark.

Gamora is trying to make sense of it when she hears that knock. She shifts from laying in bed to sitting up by the time he walks in. "Hey." She smiles. It's dim, but warm. There's a lot on her mind which is to be expected. She was brutally murdered before being imprisoned by said murderer in a stone of all things. The ex-assassin still needs to come to terms with that. "Sit with me." Gamora gestures for him to join her. Suffering or not, she knows he needs her. She can't deny Peter anything.

going with a tfln text coz it's simple and we can get a feel for them without too much effort

[incorporealpryde]

It's not too terrible. You just got a little naked and broke your arm.

Hah, that sounds perfect

[momsboy]

This is what you categorize as 'not too terrible'??? My arm is in a sling, how I am going to pilot like this?

And was the nakedness necessary? I remember something about a mission at a club...?

basically tfln

[neuralyzed]

Quill

QUILL

QUILL

Okay look at your phone but don't look across the bar
Emergency please there's an extremely attractive Rajak I'm chatting up, but she can't stop staring at you so I think you might have a better chance

[ too bad she maybe already knows Peter, huh..... ]

Excellent

[momsboy]

[ Yup, she sure does and he wasn't expecting to see her here. ]

Ey! Ooop, yeah I know her. But if she's looking at me it's probably because she's trying to decide where to start ripping off my spine. Log story, I'll tell you later. So let's not bring me into this.

Invite her to a Merenzane Gold drink, stirred not shaken. It's not cheap but it's her favorite and she will pay attention to you for sure. Oh, and don't mention cockatoos. She's terrified of birds for some reason.

@amongfriends

[momsboy]

[ ooc: starter " He turned down my suggestion of putting on The Eye of the Tiger while she was in labor.". ]

[ The last response is enough to make Peter nervous. Maybe he said the wrong things and this is not something she ever wanted to talk about.

And then he understands. Oh. ]

I get it, trust me. But things are different now.

I just thought...well, it's an idea, that's all.

[amongfriends]

Do you want another baby? [They have technically already raised one. The thought makes her heart race.]

[madcuriosity]

Lord Peter Lord Peter! I must speak with you, please!

[momsboy]

Ey, princess. Sure, I always have time for you. What it is?