#zune flash

[zunejourney]

CT scan of a Zune 8

[sweetaliencheeks]

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

As I stood up from the bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror and ran a limp hand across my the right side of my face. My cheeks were bright red and softly framed by unruly hair that stuck slightly to my forehead, although it was never too hot in Knowhere, it certainly had been hot enough in that room to make me sweat. I stretched out my arms before throwing my t-shirt on, watching as it slid off my shoulder. I pulled it down a little, trying to cover my thighs as much as I could. But even with my clothes now on, I was exposed. My hair was messy, my clothes were wrinkly, and my face was bare, so there was nothing shielding me from his gaze. And maybe that’s why, despite the lack of any possible embellishment and filters, I felt so beautiful. I felt beautiful beneath that gaze, I felt confident and loved, and like nothing could ever get to me. I shifted my stare from myself to the back of the room and smiled at Rocket as he turned around on his chair to face me.

“What are you looking at?” I half laughed, roaming through the bed covers, trying to find the hair tie I once had.

“Nothin’” he replied with a soft sigh. I rolled my eyes before turning my back on my him and carrying on with my search.

“Nothing?” I asked, mimicking his accent.

“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at ya” he replied with a snort. Of course he was allowed, all I wanted was to feel the sweet warmth of his eyes on my body. Not that I’d ever tell him, or that I’d ever let him do so without a little fighting back.

“You’ve looked at me plenty last night” finally giving up on tying my hair, I tried the best I could to comb it out with my fingers, bent over awkwardly in front of the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder. He was still sitting at his desk, going over plans and reading blueprints because after all, we did have to build shelter for all the animals he had rescued. I was startled when music started to play as Rocket plugged in the Zune. I turned around, flashing an upside down smile at the sight of his glasses, I was never going to get used to the fact that he had to wear them.

“That ain’t enough” a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as he extended his hand towards me in a soft motion “Come ‘ere”

“Yes, sir” of course I obliged and walked slowly over to where he was, grabbing his hand the moment I could. He tugged on it to pull me closer and looked up at me, bright eyes analysing every single detail of my face, and then proceeded to kick off his boots and climb on top of his desk. His eyes never left mine as he squeezed my hand and carefully set it on his shoulder, and his hands crept up my hips and settled around my waist. A mix between surprise and pleasure caused a faint gasp to escape my mouth “What are you doing?”

“Dancin’” in my shock and surprise, all I could muster at his answer was a chuckle. I pulled him closer. The situation might have been completely unusual and out of character, but it made every single bit of my body heat up with giddiness.

“Dancing? I thought you only danced on special occasions” steadily, we began to move and falling in step, letting the slow rhythm control our movements. Everything around us had simply vanished. All the noise and people around us dissolved. I could no longer hear the other people in the building or the noises of the everyday life on the streets. There was nothing beside he and I, alone. His brown eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his sweet face.

“Yeah, this ain’t special enough for ya?” he taunted, nodding at the where his hands were set on my waist. I laughed. Uncontrollable waves of heavy feelings surged through my whole body, and my fingers tingled in delight. My hand brushed across his cheek and he grinned, flashing me with a whole set of pointy teeth. I had known and loved Rocket for as long as I could remember my own existence, it was rooted in my soul and in my bones, and I would follow him to lengths he couldn’t even imagine. I loved him on his rainy days, when all he gave me were storms and all I heard was thunder, I loved him on days when I wasn’t even sure that I could love myself. I was his through everything the universe threw at us and now that he was someone else, I was getting to know him again and learning how to love him the way he was now that he finally got to be himself. And it was like falling in love all over again just as easily as I did the first time.

“I mean, as long as I’m with you, I guess” I drew him closer to my chest, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. A jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. My body was acting on its own as we kept moving, it was like there were no chains and no shame to hold me back from this pure paradise.

“Do ya wanna make it special?” again, he looked up at me. His voice was airy and raspy, and my stomach was aching and my head was spinning. It was almost intoxicating to be in that moment.

“Are you proposing?” I chortled at my own question “This is good enough for me, you know?” I added, before planting a small kiss on his forehead. He laid his head on my chest, and we continued to dance, completely lost in the music that I never wanted to stop.

“Proposing? Yeah, right. Keep dreamin’” he snickered softly against my sternum before pulling away just enough to wipe the stray hairs away from my face, the warmth of his gaze seemed to penetrate my skin “But I do love ya”

“Oh, you’re gonna drop it just like that?” my breath was hitched in my throat, heart drumming so loud in my ears that I could barely hear the music. Rocket buried his face on my neck “Do you mean it?”

“Nah, just said it to make ya happy” he mumbled, I could feel his hot breath and his lips moving on my neck as he spoke. I playfully rolled my eyes and pressed my cheek against the top of his head, a moment of truly crushing happiness.

“You do know how to be romantic” my lips were on his ear as I whispered ever so softly.

“Shut up” he brought his head up from underneath my hair and opened his eyes before removing his glasses and folding them neatly to set them aside. He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his muzzle against my cheek, and I lifted my hand to brush it against his face. I loved him so dearly that no words could ever express it, so I decided that it was the moment to use my actions instead. I planted my lips on his and wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and he held me tighter as the kiss continued. We kissed once, and twice, and again. Rocket and I were different songs, we had always been. He sounded like the blues we had been dancing to and he sounded like a funky 80s song, he was an acquired taste and he was misunderstood, but he was unique. On the other hand, I was pop and country. I was easy on the ears but I was sweetly broken, a ghost of kindness that people never listened to deeper than what was in front of them. But I had so much more to offer. And I understood Rocket, and he took all that I had to give. And quite frankly, it didn’t really matter what kind of music we were or what music we listened to, or that we had been dancing to static for a while, because he was the only song I needed to keep dancing.

So I wrote this based on the request by the lovely @radanian & I once again, made it longer than it had to be… But I hope it’s as you expected it would be and I hope you all enjoy it 🤍 I’m a dancer, but only when I’m drunk or with people I’m really comfortable with (although those are two VERY different dance styles lmao), I think it’s important for us to know that there is a dancer in everyone, we just gotta give them the time to heal and let them out. The song here is “It’s Been a Long, along Time” by Harry James & His Orchestra.

I’m also tagging @cosmic-lavender because you were quite excited to read it, so I hope you like it, too 🤍

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve got loads of stuff in my drafts and have been writing non stop for days now, I’m very excited to share it all with you! I love you all and remember that you matter, and that I am forever grateful to every single one of you for all the likes, reblogs, comments and messages. You’re the best x

[darkarfs]

Suddenly flashing back to when I found a white Zune in someone's yard and the only thing on it was Red Hot Chili Peppers, Eminem and Linkin Park.

[beatfreesmysoul]

“Warp factor one comin’ up.” Quill flashed her a grin in return, taking in her revealed features as the sign of trust that it was. There was no way in hell that he’d give her a reason to doubt that decision. Entering the ship behind her, he was quick to press the button opening all the viewports, giving the space the least confining sensation possible as sunlight filtered in, hitting every metallic surface to give off a shine.

“Livin’ quarters are on either side walkin’ in here, but straight back is the cockpit with the best views. Basically gave her as many viewports as I could without compromising the hull or shields, because some of these places just take yer breath away even after seein’ them for years.”

As they passed the dock for his Zune integrated into the wood paneling, Peter paused to place the device on it, a deliberating hum before choosing a song. “Don’t worry, the way you hop around between dimensions, you’ll probably be fine heading up past the atmosphere, but we’ll still take it slow.”

Once they entered the Milano’s cockpit, Peter gestured to the co-pilot’s seat before taking his, his first action to press another button that brought the speakers to life.

Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low, oh, oh, I leaned back on my radio, oh, oh, some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll lotta soul, he said…

“You can sit back an’ enjoy the ride, or if you wanna help take her up, I can tell ya what to hit. You never know, your job might take ya to space an’ you’ll have a leg up on things.”

Cindy just raises a brow and observed him. All 6'2 of him. Something TOLD her that he hadn't squared up with an irritated 6'9" half SPIDER with simmering rage issues. But, she supposed that when one looked at his PLAYBOOK of antagonists, Miguel paled in comparison to a HOMICIDAL planet.

She wasn't too WORRIED about being fired--more of dealing with the unpleasant fallout of possibly "DISOBEYING" orders. Or whatever it would be called.

Tilting her head, she listens to his COVER story with mild amusement dancing on her features. It was so CORNY, so cheesy, and so OUTLANDISH--she couldn't find any holes to poke in it perse--and maybe neither would Miguel. The TRUTH was, she was committed to taking this chance regardless of the outcomes.

How many times would she ever get the opportunity to go into SPACE? Even if just for a short time?

The corners of her lips twitch and she lets out a soft rippling laugh. "Ah Pete, I'm not gonna MISS this chance. Beam me up SCOTTY," Cindy grinned, patting his shoulder. She tucks her mask down over her face, giving him his first GLANCE at her face.

She inhales--and pushes the air out through her nose before BOARDING the ship.

[pxisonous]

@zune-ishi​​·· Continued from :  ✘

❝ Yes~ I am Enmu~ ❞

A nightmare demon? A title he rather liked. 

Blissful dreams, harrowing nightmares cast in such pretty, pretty, hues of rubied crimsons. Decaying flesh. Beautiful illusions so seamless sewn within. 

While it was true, the lower moon lived for this. To see such blessed expressions violently skewed, to cast such despairing dreams. To bare witness to those bleak hues flickering up. So prettily devoid of hope, devoid of life. 

It was truly so much fun~

A soft gale of laughter then. Leaning in closer still. Teal hues, half lidded now, gazing at the younger demon intently. 

Porcelain fangs peeking, flashing the child a radiant grin. 

Noting the melody of fear within that small voice. The delicate quaking within that delicate frame.

❝ Of course~ Though, not to worry. Demon hearts shatter are harder to shatter than humans~ ❞

[viciousbite]

@zune-ishi​ asked: “  please—  help me—  ” Kirin cried out to Akaza

DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS 

Demon slayers, one of the asshole ones. The demoness clearly was distressed, on the defensive while the slayers were cornering her in the back of an alley. Akaza was there, he was waiting to see what happens. At first he thought the demon child would manage by herself, or the slayers would leave her alone, but alas, those weaklings loved to bully demons like they were all high and mighty. 

As the weak cry came out of Kirin’s mouth, Akaza moved, his feet breaking the stone plating of the roof. In a flash he was there, in front of the men. The slayers barely had a chance to register what happened as tattooed fists splattered both of their heads into tiny pieces all over the pavement and walls. Weaklings, pathetic, deserved to die on the spot. No mercy, as the dead forms of the slayers bodies collapsed on the ground with a splatter of blood.

“Weaklings...” He snarled as his golden eyes shifted towards the child, who was clearly injured, but her head was still there so she would live. “Be more careful next time, Kirin... or try to get stronger. I know you’re nothing but a child, but you’re a demon child, you have the ability to grow stronger if you try.” Quite harsh, but he was a honest man, even to a child.

[beatfreesmysoul]

“Please do.” He quipped, an easy grin flashed her way before concentrating on music selection. He certainly had gotten less impetuous, less frustrating to deal with as a whole, but that was entirely by choice, not by lost recall. If someone rubbed him the wrong way enough, he wouldn’t be at a loss for ways to make them regret ever crossing paths with him. Yet this interaction hadn’t given him any indication that he’d have to use his ‘unique capacity to annoy anyone in the galaxy’ (Nebula’s words) so far, and he highly doubted that it would manifest later.

As the song played, Peter gave her a moment to listen, fully prepared for her to not recognize the tune. The smile and recognition instantly had a fuller, more sincere smile appear, a nod as excitement filled his features. “Yeah! And hey, limited as they might be, it’s like a lotta things in life. Ain’t always about the quantity but the quality of experiences. Glad you recognize ‘em, it’s been ages since I’ve been able to play somethin’ an’ people’ve heard it.” He’d forgotten the unique warmth and camaraderie it brought, someone recognizing a song and sharing in the music that meant a world to him.

“Couldn’t have said it any better.” He replied, feeling even more at ease at a party that had hitherto felt slightly isolating. He was sure they were all trying their best—well, he’d at least assume so—but there was a stark difference between people that had been through hell and back with each other and Some Guy from Space they’d called in for consultation on what else exactly they should be defending from up there. “And it depends. I’ve got a bit of ‘60s mixed in there, been working my way through the ‘90s and 2000s, little bit of the 2010s. Last song I’ve got on the Zune is from 2014, that “Happy” by Pharell Williams, so I’m missin’ anythin’ after that. But hey, I’d love to hear some new stuff, ‘cause even if I’ve got favorites, don’t mean I can’t have more or listen to others’ favorites.”

He gave a little shrug, an apologetic smile sent Wanda’s way. “Oh I’m sure there’s folks who know a lot more about it than me, I hear you can go to school for it an’ everything. They’d probably be a lot more interestin’ than a guy who listened to the same ten or so mix-tapes for twenty-six years. I just really love it, is all. But I guess if ya don’t mind me askin’, what’d be something that you’re passionate about, or somethin’ ya enjoy doin’ in your spare time?”

Better to give her an opportunity to divert the flow of the conversation a little from music, else she get an earful of a guy rambling about his whole personal feelings about genres and the concept of it all.

cont'd from x:

"That's, ah, that's good to know. I'll try to remember your musical tastes when you do something regrettable later on," she remarked dryly, her Eastern European accent filtering through, with an amused smirk playing across her features. Wanda could hardly judge someone right from the beginning could she? She'd listen to the music and then judge him. Still, she was pretty curious if truth be told. Growing up she had only listened to folk music, or caught bits and pieces of what was 'hot' when her family were actually in a proper city or town. There was a chance she wouldn't even recognise what he was going to play.

Despite this, even she could tell that zune was pretty much ancient history now. It could probably be stored in a museum. But again, was she one to speak? Wanda had only just begun to move into the next century with electronics herself. Curious eyes watched him, not quite catching the name of the song or band before it was plugged in and suddenly the guitar and the drums were reverberating around them. It took a second, and then a smile grew over her features. Okay, okay...

"Fleetwood Mac?" A question that was not a question. Wanda gave a slight laugh, and a little nod of her head as she listened to the beat. "Honestly? My ventures into music has been... limited. But even I know Fleetwood Mac. You've got good taste."

The smile was now a grin as she glanced over at the other, adding, "Maybe it's considered 'old as dirt', but there's a reason the classics are CLASSICS, no?" She turned away, listening to the music a moment longer. She really didn't know much about modern music anyways, but even she could enjoy the classic pop rock of the band. "All your favourites are from this era? You would be a hit at karaoke, it is not a party until someone brings out the hits from the 70's and 80's."

"I do not actually know very much about music," she admitted, adding, "As much as I know Fleetwood Mac, I am certain you are still more up to date than myself."

@beatfreesmysoul

[my-funky-little-cowboy]

The door to the stairwell opened and Arthur made his way back onto the gym floor. He rounded the corner into the locker room, pulling his headphone and Zune from his bag. The locker secured he made his way back out onto the floor. Moving toward the front of the building he picked the treadmill closest to the wall. He scrolled through his playlists, the hard pounding guitar started up and he set the machine to an easy pace.

He truly enjoyed running, a time when he could get lost, forget the thoughts that frequently pestered him. Time melted away when he ran and sometimes it was all he needed. He felt his lungs begin to burn, it had really been a while and he was painfully aware of how out of shape he was. 

The rhythmic thump of the bass in his ears matching the pace of his run as he pushed forward, bumping up the pace, not letting himself stop. He caught his second wind, his breathing moving in line with his stride. Pushing past the first hour he felt his legs begin to burn, glancing down at the display he switched down the speed to a light jog. The cool down kicked in on the machine, the numbers flashing with his time and distance. He laced his fingers behind his head, gulping the air as he tried to regulate his heart rate.

The clock countdown hit zero and the machine slowed to a stop. Arthur lifted his shirt, wiping the sweat from his face, wincing slightly as he passed over his nose. He stretched his arms above his head, letting the shirt fall. Stretching out his legs as he stepped down from the treadmill, he walked slowly to the water fountain. His legs a bit wobbly from the run.

[guardian-rocket]

marvelousmulti​:

“Was trained in many different worlds cuisines. Being made to care for little ones, have to know lots! Picky eaters. Terran is new to her though, so she is glad they turned out well!”

She’d tried to branch out into some new interests outside what she’d been trained to do, thanks to Rocket’s encouragement. She’d learned how to handle various guns, something she didn’t have a lot of interest in, but a useful skill in a dangerous galaxy certainly.

“Yes. Testing today, so all free. If enough like, she will sell.”

Her stand did have prices, but it was known that they weren’t set in stone. She was fine with others paying or trading whatever they could. At the end of the day, anything left over was free, and while a few definitely took advantage of that, most didn’t. It was a fulfilling way to spend her days and made her feel valuable to those around her. Despite her original purpose being to serve others, this was refreshingly different. Every aspect of the operation was her decision, and that was greatly helping her newfound sense of independence.

“Oh! She has a surprise for him!”

The canine chimera fished around in the pocket or her skirt before pulling out a flash drive. It had a little lable across it, reading ’JAMMIN TUNES’.

“Got it in trade. Maybe we listen together?”

“I’m sure they’ll sell, Terran stuff seems pretty popular around Knowhere right about now so you might as well milk that gravy train,” Rocket said encouragingly.  “But samples do spread word of mouth.  I bet you’ll do better business with all the buzz.”  

Regardless of occupation, Rocket had a bit of a nose for business.  After all, it was his work branding their team that really helped get the Guardian’s name out there.  Their heroes for hire gig was already pretty lucrative when they weren’t doing charity work.

Rocket finished his cookie and brushed the crumbs from his face before taking the thumb drive that Lydia possessed.  

“Huh... Definitely earth tech here, so you have a good eye, Lyd,” Rocket said, looking it over.  “This looks like it might fit in a slot on the turntable in my apartment.  When you’re free you can come over and we can check it out, see what’s on it.  If it’s good stuff, I can ask a friend to clone it to my Zune.  How’s that sound?” 

[a-typewritten-blog]

How about the text from a Strong Bad email?

You would not believe the quantity of work it took me to make this joke. First I had to actually watch a Strong Bad Email video to find out what he did in them, and gleaned that he used old technology to write his replies. You know me, I have old technology!

Then I broke out my Zune 4gb, the notebook with the Zune interface software, my camera, a USB memory stick, the 1965 Sears/SCM typewriter, a flashlight, and the photo editor on my desktop machine. Typed the text, photographed, copy to computer, put the question screencap and text photo together, edited on computer for the Zune’s screen dimensions of 320x240, transported over to the notebook on USB stick, had to charge the Zune for 15 minutes before it’d let me do anything, synched the Zune to get the picture onto it, and then had to hold a flashlight in one hand as I snapped the photo with the other (a flash would wash out the screen, not using extra light would only show the screen and not the Zune). You’re welcome!

[elisaphoenix13]

Petals For You

Quill came to Earth because he wanted to properly meet those he had fought beside against Thanos and his army, as well as catch up with what he had missed. Technology had very obviously been upgraded while he was gone if his Zune was anything to go by, and Tony's AI's blew his mind. When he arrived at the tower asking if he could stay for a little while, the billionaire stuck him with...well he wasn't sure who. Thumbelina couldn't have been their real name. Tony asked FRIDAY to call 'Thumbelina' up to the family floor, and Quill munched on some chips Peter and Harley had offered him. They were right. You couldn't eat just one.

When Scott finally made it up to their floor, Tony properly introduced them.

"Thumbelina...Porcupine." Stephen had actually facepalmed at his husband's idea of an introduction. "He's gonna crash on your floor while he's here and whenever he visits."

Quill sticks out his hand and barely catches the weird look the shorter man gives him. "Quill. Peter Quill. Or Starlord."

"Uhh...Scott Lang. Antman." He reaches out to shake Quill's hand while another weird look flashes across his face and then he looks at Tony. "I don't mind, but why my floor?"

Tony shrugs. "Figured you guys might like the same things and you're one of the few that has the patience to ask any questions Porcupine has. He hasn't been on Earth for thirty years."

Scott's eyes widen and he looks at Quill. "You're joking."

"Nope." Quill replies.

Scott took that knowledge in stride and Tony was right. He did like some of the same things that Quill did, introduced him to the newest technology, apps like Spotify, and always answered any questions the pirate had even if it came out sounding dumb. Scott just smiled and assured him that thirty years away from Earth was a good excuse. They were fast friends, best friends, and did almost everything together. Watched movies, ate dinner, hell...Quill even went with Scott (and sometimes Cassie) when he ran errands. New York was just a little bit better than Knowhere with the hustle and bustle, and Quill definitely did not have a small meltdown at the grocery store.

Oranges were called oranges for a reason.

He and Scott even fought together well during missions or invasions. In fact, they were rarely seen apart. If one saw Quill, it wouldn't take much looking to find Scott nearby, and vice versa.

The shit had to hit the fan for him eventually though, and his first warning he had shrugged off. Quill and Scott decided to have a movie night and were sitting on the couch, finishing their first movie, when Scott stood up.

"Cassie said she was going upstairs to make cookies with Dia. I'm gonna go see if they're done and if there's any left."

"Oh. Sure. I'll look for the next movie." Quill says as he picks up the remote.

Scott was halfway to the elevator when he suddenly turned to face Quill and ask him a question but the space pirate was too distracted by the new view he got. Specifically the way the rays of the setting sun hit the other man's eyes and made them look gold. That was when he knew he was in trouble. Because the first thought that came to his mind when he saw that?

Holy shit he looks beautiful.

Not 'oh cool', or anything a friend might think of that scene, but beautiful.

"Quill?" Scott's voice filters through his fog of confusion and Quill shakes his head.

"What?"

"I asked if you wanted anything while I'm up there."

"I could really go for a beer right now." Quill says with a groan as he stretches out and kicks his feet up onto the coffee table.

Scott's answering grin would be his downfall. As soon as the younger male disappeared onto the elevator, Quill felt a tickle in his throat and coughed to clear it, only for a single flower petal to escape past his lips. What the fuck? Did he maybe swallow it when they were out running errands today? It had been windy so it was possible. Quill was still staring at the petal in his hand when Scott came back about five minutes later, and the thief drops back onto the couch beside him and holds out Quill's requested beer.

"What are you looking at Spaceman?" Scott nudges the bottle of beer into Quill's other hand as he looks down at the flower petal. "Oh. Looks like that came from a gardenia. Those are my favorite."

Quill sniggers. "You can tell from one petal?"

"Shut up. There's nothing wrong with having a favorite flower!"

"I didn't say there was!"

The petal was then all but forgotten and Quill shrugged it off. He was too occupied with keeping his feelings to himself anyway. He thought that maybe it was just a spur of the moment infatuation, but it wasn't. The more he watched Scott, the more he started to notice the little things, and the more he fell. Scott's smile gave him life now. Seeing him get hurt affected him even more.

Seeing Scott flirt with Stephen had him coughing again, and this time it was more than one petal. That was when Quill started to worry. He hadn't been outside at all that day when it happened, and it was still white gardenia petals. Quill just threw them away and acted as if nothing happened when Scott turned to him and asked him to run errands with him again. Of course he went without a second thought. He loved spending time with his fellow thief. Even Cassie. She was sassy but also incredibly sweet and seemed to like Quill. Once, she jumped onto his back and used him as a shield when Harley was threatening her with a potato gun, and the boy fled as soon as he found out she was using the celestial as protection.

Powers that had been dormant until Scott got hurt on a mission but no one knew that Scott was the trigger of course. Now Cassie used him as a human (god) shield on a regular basis. Quill didn't mind. He thought it was actually pretty funny.

Stephen noticed the third time Quill coughed up some petals and it had been a small handful, and just when they finished a mission. All he did was look at Scott grinning over their victory and it threw Quill into a coughing fit. He tried to hide the petals by covering his mouth, but a couple had slipped through and Stephen was dragging him through a portal and into a medbay before Quill could process it.

"When did this start?" The sorcerer asks calmly but with obvious concern in his eyes.

"What? The petals? It's nothing-" Quill waves his hand at Stephen but the doctor grabs his wrist.

"It is a very big deal. When did it start?"

"I don't know...a couple of months ago? How is it a big deal?" Quill asks dubiously.

Then Stephen told him what was wrong with him. Hanahaki disease. When a victim suffered from unrequited love, flowers took root in their lungs and grew. They would cough up petals over time, and if they didn't admit their feelings to the person they loved, and then have those feelings returned, the flowers would grow to the point where they would suffocate the victim and they would die.  It was extremely rare and Stephen didn't even know it existed in this universe until he saw Quill coughing up flower petals.

"It supposedly only affects those that are truly in love with someone. There are other universes where it could affect anyone in love...but here? It may sound cliche, but true love." Stephen sighs.

"How do I get rid of it then?" Quill asks quietly.

"You have two options. Surgery...but that could also take away the feelings and the memories of the person of interest..."

Quill winces at that option. "The second?"

"You tell Scott." Quill sputters at the mention of his floormate and Stephen rolls his eyes. "Oh please, you'd have to be as blind as Scott to not see that you love him."

Quill coughs again and Stephen frowns when the pirate pulls his hand away to find a small handful of white petals covered in specks of blood. He didn't have much time now. Maybe another month at most, but he couldn't do either of the choices that Stephen presented him with. The time he spent with Scott was too special to him to risk losing. He loved every moment. Every song they listened to together, the comfortable silences while Scott worked and Quill watched tv, movie nights...all of it. He couldn't tell Scott either though. He didn't want to ruin this friendship he had. Scott was his best friend and he never had one of those before. What if he told Scott his feelings for him and he rejected him? That would ruin what they had and he would be stuck with these damn flowers in his throat anyway. Maybe then he would have the surgery and forget all of this. Scott would reject him, Quill would have the flowers surgically removed, and he would go back into space like nothing had ever happened.

Scott would know though. He would keep those memories. He would probably find out about the hanahaki disease and feel responsible and Quill couldn't do that to him. This all sucked. No matter what he did, Scott would be the real victim, because Quill had a third choice.

Enjoy the time he had left with Scott.

Maybe before the flowers took his life, the least he could do is write a note and try to reassure Scott that none of it was his fault. That it was Quill's choice.

He must have had an obvious look on his face because Stephen actually glared at him. "I will not step back and watch you kill yourself like a fool. You have the two options I have given you and nothing else!"

Quill returns the glare with one of his own. "I don't remember asking you what decision I should make! I only asked you for ways I might get rid if this! If I choose neither that's on me!"

Then he stormed off and back up to the floor he shared with Scott and Cassie. He barely noticed that Cassie was trying to keep Diana occupied in the living room when he went up to his room, and kept to himself for the rest of the night. He needed some time to cool down and come to terms with his inevitable doom. Scott had knocked on the door to check up on Quill, and after managing to tell the younger that he was just tired and was turning in early, he had coughed up a larger handful of gardenia petals. These covered in a little more blood as he threw them away. A month was pushing it.

He was back to spending time with Scott the next morning, but as time passed, the coughing got worse. Breathing started to become difficult. The time he had left to spend with Scott was being spent in his room because the petals came too often. He had to hide his illness from Scott because he didn't want to worry him anymore than he already was. At the moment, Scott just thought he was catching a cold with how much he was coughing, and Quill was thankful that none of the petals had escaped around the younger man.

One day, about three weeks after Stephen confronted him, Quill had to bow out of a mission. Breathing had become too difficult and he could barely walk down to the kitchen without wheezing, let alone fight. He was an immortal god, and a disease that supposedly originated from folk lore would be what killed him. He could still die, but it would be incredibly hard to kill him (unless it was death by a broken heart/lovesickness obviously). Maybe that was what was best. Even if Scott miraculously returned his feelings, Quill wouldn't be able to grow old with him and he wasn't sure if he could share that immortality.

Just the thought of Scott had Quill vomiting petals and blood, and he actually had to use the wall for support so he wouldn't fall over. Breathing was now a distant memory as he lowered himself to the ground and leaned against the wall, wheezing being his new way of getting oxygen into his body. He was alone in his room, everyone else out on a mission that he couldn't help with, and for one second he wished Scott was with him. Just one. That one second he wished he wasn't alone while he suffocated to death, but then the second had passed and he was glad Scott didn't have to watch him suffer. Or Cassie. Or anyone really.

Black spots slowly filled his vision as he gasped for breath until all he could see were outlines, and that was when his brain tried to comfort him in his last moments. An outline of someone enters his field of vision, and Quill relaxes when he smells the strange combination of mint and oranges. His brain was comforting him with details of the one person that was the reason for his doom, but he didn't care. He would take it. Even if the hands on his face was just an illusion. The sounds that followed were too muffled to decipher if they were words, but it had been Scott's voice he heard somewhere in that mess he heard.

Then his brain supplied him with the kiss that Quill had been (literally) dying to experience. Scott tasted exactly as he expected which was just like he smelled, and the kiss was surprisingly soft.

Some part of Quill's brain that was still getting oxygen screamed at him though. Screamed that this was real, and for a split second he believed it. For a split second, Quill believed that Scott loved him back and that he was really being kissed and that split second was enough. He pulled away and breathed. His vision cleared with each gulp of air he took in and he could feel the flowers in his throat shriveling away until it was like he never suffered from hanahaki. As soon as he looked up with the hopes that this wasn't a dream (or that he had died), he gaze met Scott's misty hazel and he stared. It had been real. Those muffled sounds he heard was Scott talking to him, and when Quill didn't respond, he took to a more physical approach.

"Victor alerted Stephen to your condition. So Stephen told me what was going on and opened a portal for me." Quill says nothing as he brain continues to recover from the lack of oxygen and the extra information that Scott is rambling about. "Why didn't you say something?!"

"You...you're my first best friend, and I didn't want to ruin that. I didn't want to risk forgetting you either." Quill manages to say after he gets his mouth to cooperate. "I thought I loved Gamora...but you're a whole different level."

"You suffered for nothing you moron! I'm pretty sure I loved you the moment I met you and--mmph!"

Quill interrupts Scott's rant and pulls him into another kiss. It was all real. He was alive, and Scott loved him back. Kissing Scott was now the only reason Quill would keep himself from breathing. Something he definitely wouldn't take for granted anymore. Air was a luxury now.

When Scott pulled away, he looked down at the blood-stained petals scattered on the ground next to Quill and looked at them with open disdain. "I officially hate gardenias now."

Quill's chuckle rumbles in his chest. "How about tulips?"

Scott smiles. "Tulips are pretty."

Quill reaches up and brushes his thumb along Scott's jaw. "I love you Scotty. I'm sorry I didn't say something before."

"I love you too Spaceman. Dumbassery and all."

"Hey!"

[renxzs]

The angel from my nightmare

Written for StarmoraWeek2019 - Day 3: Lost / Found

Pairing: Peter Quill x Gamora

Summary: He tightly clamped the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, eyes squeezed shut, desperate to force the harrowing images from his mind, to stifle the cold emptiness that was trying to make home in his chest.

“Peter...” A warm pressure was on his shoulder.

Ah, yes - see, she’s here. She’s safe. Alive.

Peter’s hand dropped from his face and he looked up into a pair of worried eyes. Beautiful, large brown orbs that bored right into his soul, upturning every secret he’s never had the chance to keep from her. She somehow always knew when something was wrong. Even at times when he wasn’t fully conscious of it himself yet.

Warnings: smut, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, post-infinity war but not canon compliant

Word Count: 2,038

It was late into the night cycle and Peter was utterly exhausted yet somehow wide awake, nonetheless. He often found himself in this predicament, as of late.

Earbuds and zune were haphazardly tossed on the neighboring co-pilot chair to his left, having been discarded quite some time ago. Rarely did the occasion arise where even his music couldn’t ease the uproar of his mind and bring some solace. Unfortunately, this was one of those occasions, and now all he had were his thoughts to drown in.

Peter stared unseeingly through the front window, the starry abyss spanning out endlessly in front of him. She was on his mind again—the frigid cliff’s edge of Vormir and Gamora’s broken body at the bottom of it, the false emptiness seeping into his bones.

He tightly clamped the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, eyes squeezed shut, desperate to force the harrowing images from his mind, to stifle the cold emptiness that was trying to make home in his chest.

“Peter...” A warm pressure was on his shoulder.

Ah, yes - see, she’s here. She’s safe. Alive.

Peter’s hand dropped from his face and he looked up into a pair of worried eyes. Beautiful, large brown orbs that bored right into his soul, upturning every secret he’s never had the chance to keep from her. She somehow always knew when something was wrong. Even at times when he wasn’t fully conscious of it himself yet.

His eyes drifted from hers, flickering down her small frame then back up again to take in every detail and make certain she wasn’t harmed in any way; a habit he still had yet to shake since he’d gotten her back. Tangible proof most often the only thing to successfully dispel the dark thoughts that Gamora was lost to him forever; swallowed up by death and a darkness she never deserved.

Peter’s gaze roamed her body, taking the moment to simply enjoy the view of her in front of him now knowing for certain she was unharmed. He would never tire of looking at her, perpetually awestruck by her natural beauty. Her hair hung in long waves down her back and over her shoulders, tousled from sleep, and her small frame was engulfed in one of his shirts that fell mid-thigh.

God, she was perfect.

Gamora slid her hand from his shoulder down his upper arm to squeeze gently. “Are you okay?”

He inhaled deeply through his nose as he reached a hand out. Placing it on her hip, he gently guided her around to the front of the chair, his gaze meeting hers once more. Gamora allowed herself to be led to the front of the piloting chair and climbed up on his lap silently, straddling him with a level of grace he’s only ever seen her attain. He cupped her face gingerly with both hands, lightly tracing her cheek bones and the silver scars etched into them with his thumbs.

Peter closed his eyes, reveling in touching her, feeling the press of her warm body against his, the tickle of her breath sending a shudder throughout his limbs and down his spine.

She’s here. She’s alive.

He released a long sigh of contentment, “I am now.”

Gamora’s head tilted slightly. “Peter.”

Another sigh escaped from his lips before his eyes slid open. Gamora quietly waited but he knew she expected an explanation. He slid his hands back further, fingers carding through her hair as he gently pulled her face closer. Gamora’s eyes fluttered shut as he placed a needy kiss against her lips, fingers tightening just slightly in her hair. She raised a hand to his face and grazed her fingertips along his jawline.

Peter broke the kiss, pulling back just slightly. His left hand dropped to her waist while the right tangled in the glossy locks at the nape of her neck, his thumb gently massaging over the soft skin of her pulse point. The soft lighting of the flight deck was warm around them and the entire ship was silent save for the hum of the engines.

“I couldn’t sleep…” he finally muttered. “I keep seeing flashes of-- you’re at the bottom of--” His eyes flickered across her face, voice pained. “It felt like I’d lost you all over again. And I just-- I couldn’t sleep, and you finally were. I guess I just didn’t wanna risk stirring you.”

He glided his fingers out of the mess of her hair and gently ran the pad of his thumb under the dark hollow of her eye. “You’ve been so tired. I just didn’t wanna disturb your sleep.”

Gamora leaned into his touch. “Oh, Peter.” She leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” She pulled his calloused hand from her face and held it firmly against her chest, allowing him to feel the thrum of her very much alive and beating heart through the thin fabric of her shirt. “I’m right here. You’ve got me. I’ll never leave you like that again. I promise.”

She pressed her lips to his once more but with more urgency this time; her emotions pouring over into him, wanting to console him however she could, to unthread all of the hurt and pain and grief knotted up within him and to re-stitch him back together with love and good and happiness.

Peter held her impossibly close and eagerly kissed her back, desperate for everything that was her. He knew she was making an empty promise, and he knew that she knew it was an empty promise. In their line of work, there was no guarantee what the future held for any of them on any given day. But he knew the intent behind her words. Though she was making a promise she couldn’t necessarily keep, she would always fight to keep it for as long as she could; and that was enough.

Gamora ran her hands up Peter’s chest and over his shoulders, fingers curling into his sandy locks. His body flared with an aching need for her, to be closer than they already were, to feel just how alive and here she truly was. His hands explored her body, every dip and curve seared into his memory long ago. Their breathing was labored but neither were willing to part for long between kisses.

“Please,” Peter whimpered against her lips. He didn’t elaborate further, but he didn’t need to.

Peter kissed and nipped along the line of her jaw then down her throat as she rose on her knees and reached for the waistband of his sweats, the expert work of his teeth and tongue drawing a low moan from her lips. Gamora’s hands trembled briefly as Peter sucked knowingly at a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear and worked to leave his mark on her.

Always one to seize any good opportunity that presented itself, Peter took advantage of Gamora’s raised position, his hand quickly disappearing beneath her oversized shirt, fingers seeking the wet warmth he was sure to find at the apex of her thighs. Gamora faltered and tightly grasped Peter’s shoulder to steady herself, the sudden press of his fingers working against her through the thin fabric of her panties. She bit her lip hard and groaned as her head fell back. Her hips rocked into his touch at their own accord as she dragged her other hand roughly through his curls.

Peter nuzzled his head into her chest and gently tugged one of her hardened nipples between his teeth through the cotton of her shirt.

“Fuck, Peter,” Gamora hissed, arching into him, grip tightening almost painfully in his hair. It drove him mad in the most delicious way.

“Need you, Mora,” he mumbled against her. “Now.”

He dropped a hand down to the waistband of his sweats and finished what she had started, working to free his now painfully hard erection.

Gamora pulled Peter back from her chest just enough to dip her head and capture his kiss-swollen lips once more. Slowly, she eased back down onto his lap as Peter hooked  his finger in the band of her panties and pulled them to the side.

Their kiss breaks with a smack as Gamora pulls back to look at him. His jade eyes were clouded over with lust, seemingly always in need of her. Unwilling to deny him further, she sank down, body stretching to take him in up to the hilt, groaning at the sudden fullness. Peter grunted low and rough, his grip on her hips bruising.

Gamora began to ride him, the pleasure racking through them instantaneous and blinding. Peter’s hips lifted to meet her movements, filling her again and again. His head dropped forward into the dip of her shoulder and ran his hands up the smooth skin of her back, pressing into her spine. Peter released a low groan as their bodies moved together, the feel of her clenching around him incomparable.

Peter lifted his head and rested it against her forehead, his grip tightening around her. “God, I love you, Mora,” his voice thick with emotion.

Gamora kissed him roughly as Peter set a bruising pace, using the floor beneath his feet as leverage to shove his hips up into hers. A liquid heat winded and pooled into her core, building into a toe-curling pressure she knew all too well. Peter coaxed soft gasps and mewls from Gamora with every thrust.

He bit his bottom lip hard, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, in attempt to stem his impending orgasm, refusing to finish before she did. Snaking a hand between their damp, overheated bodies, his thumb easily found her clit and began to rub her expertly, overly eager to watch her come undone in his lap.

Gamora arched into his touch, the pressure within her core rapidly building. So close, just right-- A slight shift in the angle of Peter’s hips had her crying his name toward the ceiling, body trembling as a white-hot pleasure ripped through her, the force of her climax inevitably sending Peter into his own.

Moments later, Gamora’s body sagged against his entirely spent and thighs still slightly trembling. The frenzied need that had abruptly overtaken them finally lifting. They sat there for a while, allowing their ragged breaths to even out and their erratic heartbeats to calm. Gamora nuzzled into the crook of Peter’s neck, inhaling deep his scent.

“You underestimate how much your presence helps me sleep through the night," she murmured.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “Hmm?" his finger idly rubbing lazy circles into her lower back.

“You said you came out here because you didn’t want to disturb my sleep.” She pressed a gentle kiss to the juncture where his jaw met his neck. “But I always sleep better when you’re next to me.” She lifted slightly and pressed another kiss to his temple. “I woke up because you weren’t there.”

Peter sighed inwardly then leaned forward and captured her lips with his, all tender and soft. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against them.

“It’s okay.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, his own arms tightening around her back and waist and pulling her body flush against his. Their lips met again in a long, slow kiss; sweet and languid.

After a few moments, Gamora pulled back and gave a teasing wiggle against his crotch, her eyes bright with mirth at the groan she elicited from him. “Besides, I like how our night ended.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed heartily. He loved her so much. She was the strongest person he knew. She had been to hell and back - literally - and yet here she was, taking care of him.

How was it possible to love someone this much?

A yawn snuck up on Gamora as she shifted in his lap; she tried to stifle it but Peter noticed anyway. He also couldn’t imagine this being the most comfortable position for her to sit in for such an extended period of time.

He tucked a dark strand behind her ear and smiled at her. “C’mon, pretty girl; let’s get you back to bed.”

[legendaryspvcebro]

{jensen ackles, cis male, marvel} look who is spotted around ha'ina it’s peter quill. a forty year old celestial/human hybrid. they spend their time around ha'ina as a musician. the last thing they remember is defeating thanos 2.0 and reuniting with the guardians to find gamora.  people describe them as humorous, quick-witted, & impulsive. (mipsy; 21+; cst; she/her)

basics:

name: peter jason quill

nicknames: quill, star-lord, legendary outlaw, pete, flash gordon

age: 40

hometown: st.charles, missouri, earth

species: alien, celestial/human hybrid

powers / abilities: hybrid physiology: superhuman durability, regenerative healing factor / expert combatant, tactician, thief, marksman, pilot, and bilingual

sexual orientation: heterosexual

occupation: musician, lead vocalist and guitarist of “guardians of the galaxy”, the band

relationship status: taken ; married girlfriend it’s complicated

canon up to: avengers endgame, defeating thanos from another universe and reuniting with the guardians to find gamora

hobbies: dancing, playing guitar, flying aircraft

old life:

it started out as the worst day, listening to “i’m not in love” by 10cc on his walkman. waiting in the hospital, to see his dying mother. his whole galaxy fell apart before he built his own. born peter jason quill, peter grew up in st.charles, missouri, on earth. he was raised by a single mother, meredith quill, and his grandfather. he had no siblings, and he never knew his father. his father left just after he was born. as a kid, peter was very close to his mother, she’d often share 80s pop culture with him whenever she could. but peter was also a troublemaker, a wild child. he liked to get into numerous fights. a kid bursting of stars, and a lot of it had to do with peter not having a father. then the worst thing happened: peter’s mother got sick. terminal brain cancer. hospital visits were off and on, but his mother worsened and worsened. and then it was the worst day. back to the scene of an eight year old boy waiting in the hospital, playing his walkman, to see his dying mother. before she died, she gave peter a present with a note attached. he couldn’t bare to look at her. she died seconds later, and all that could be heard was peter screaming for her. peter had to be pulled from the room, from her, by his grandfather. in his pain, peter ran out of the hospital crying, and was suddenly abducted from earth by aliens. these aliens called themselves ravagers. they worked for peter’s father, and their mission was to return him to his father, but they never did. instead, their leader, yondu udonta, decided to take peter in as their own and never tell him about his father. the ravagers clans were an intergalactic crime syndicate compromised of criminals of all sorts, and they taught peter how to be the perfect thief. yondu became like a father to him, and as peter grew older and closer to the ravagers, he started going by the name of star-lord. changed his earth name to simply, quill. quill maintained a criminal record with the ravagers, but wanted to leave. living in space for over twenty-six years, quill had built up the reputation as the legendary outlaw, “star-lord”. it was the job to steal a mysterious orb from the planet morag, and one incarceration later, that led to the formation of the guardians of the galaxy: a rag tag team of former intergalactic criminals who try to protect the galaxy. it was in that group that quill found a true family, and a real first love in gamora. quill eventually did meet his father, ego. he learned his father was a celestial, so quill was a celestial too, and that granted him celestial powers. but he also found out the truth about his mother: ego gave her the cancer. because of this, and ego’s other ulterior motives, quill and the rest of the guardians killed ego. but not without a cost: yondu died protecting quill from ego’s crumbling planet. yondu’s death broke quill, as much as his mother’s. but when peter lost gamora to thanos? the mad titan? it was too much. the entire infinity war and endgame of it all. dying then coming back to the future? gamora’s death? it was way over quill’s head, but the guardians tried. after thanos’ defeat, all quill wanted to do was leave earth and find gamora. so, the guardians packed themselves on quill’s ship, and started to head out to find gamora, when he ended up here...

new life:

quill remembers his old life, and he remembered he was on his way off the planet when he ended up in ha’ina, hawaii. he doesn’t like to be on earth, it reminds him of his mother’s death, but once he heard good music on the island and found a record shop, he’s willing to stay a little longer. the music’s a distraction from his surroundings, especially the fact that he can’t leave. he decided to try to teach himself guitar and found he was pretty good at it, and music in general. he made his own band, “guardians of the galaxy” hoping the guardians would make it to the island too, and they could rock out to their own music. whether they’re good or bad is completely up to them. when he’s not playing music, he’s listening to his zune, a music player yondu intended to give to quill once he returned to the ravagers. he also tries to make mixtapes, of his own music and to recreate “awesome mix vol. 1 & 2″ his mother made for him, but he might’ve tried and failed many times. and, since he’s a space man, he likes to fly aircraft every now and then. it’s not exactly the space travel he likes to do, but it’ll do for now.

wanted connections:

rocket, groot, drax, mantis, nebula ( guardians )      yondu      han solo ( star wars )     more avengers! ( comic / mcu )      ego      sam & dean winchester ( supernatural )      haymitch abernathy ( hunger games )      nova / richard rider

[myriadimagines]

[x] // requester: anonymous // request here

You looked over your shoulder to see Gamora secured herself into the seat beside you, offering you a small smile as you raised your eyebrows at her. Everyone was supposed to be asleep at this time, and you were the lucky one strapped with pilot duties for the night. “Can’t sleep?”

“Not really, no.” Gamora replied, leaning back as she propped her leg up on the seat, resting her arm on her knee. “I figured I might as well keep you company.”

You flashed her a grateful smile as the two of you remained quiet for a bit, the hum of the Milano and your music faintly playing from Peter’s Zune filling in the silence between the two of you. You smiled to yourself as Gamora began to sing along, and you couldn’t help but sing with her, the both of you careful not to be too loud as to wake the others up.

“Here, pick your favorite song.” you offered, reaching over to hand the Zune to Gamora, and after a bit of scrolling, Gamora chose a song, you shot her a surprised look. “Hm, I didn’t think this was your style.” 

“Guess there’s a lot you still have to learn about me.” Gamora teased, and you chuckled.

“Alright then,” you waved your hand. “Tell me a surprising fact about you.”

The rest of the night was filled with similar talk, the both of you spending your time together learning things about each other you never would’ve expected or could’ve guessed. By the time Rocket, who was usually the first to stir awake out of the crew, made his way into the cockpit to greet you, you and Gamora were still wide awake and very much animated in your conversation, showing no signs of stopping or running out of things to say.

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