i bet we were fun.

sam , 25 , she/they peter quill's controversially younger gf.

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fully typed an answer to an ask yesterday and i'm noticing now it never posted and the ask is still in my inbox???? tumblr wth

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guys....... hear me out......... the whole travis kelce/taylor swift stuff...... but peter x reader🫢🫢🫢

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i wanna post more writings but i'm going through a lot rn. like just mentally, emotionally and i need to take a break. i'm struggling a lot money-wise, work-wise and my mental health is just hitting me really hard lately. i'm sorry for not posting a lot lately but i feel like i had to say something about why i've been sort of inactive for a while.

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body!guard peter never letting his girl lift a finger 😍😍 and she’s so pouty about it and he’s like nah uh ur my princess <3 ur job is to look pretty

MMHM MMHM!!!!!!

im starting to love the idea of bodyguard!peter and ur a pop star who's got a crazy fanbase so you need a lot of protecting and peter's always one step behind you, making sure you're ok.

he always holds the door open for you when you get out of cars at the venues or hotels or whatever, and you can't help but blush every single time. he always checks into the hotel for you while you stand next to him, smiling at the receptionist. there are some diehard crazy fans who try and wait at your hotel to meet you and you always feel terrible for the hotel staff who have to deal with it, so the least you can do is try and make them feel less scared about it by being nice to them, or apologising about the ones waiting outside.

then you're in the lift and you sigh.

"you ok?"

"i can check into a hotel by myself, y'know.."

he smiles at you, turning to you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"i know.. but it's my job to protect you.. all you gotta do is stand there and look pretty.."

you roll your eyes, hiding your smile when you turn away from him.

when you're finally up to your room, you click the keycard in the slot and open up the door, turning to him as he walks into the room opposing.

"do you.. uhm.. wanna come in for a drink? we have a day off tomorrow.."

he hesitates, before taking the keycard out of his door slot and following you into your room.

he wanders over to your balcony as you order room service, consisting of some alcohol and some finger food. the fans outside have long gone and peter breathes a sigh of relief knowing you have some peace and quiet for a moment. he knows this job is hard, but he can never understand how you do what you do 24/7.

"how do you deal with that all the time?"

"the fans?"

he nods.

"i dunno.. you get used to it, i guess.."

you walk over to your bed and sit up against the headboard, patting the mattress next to you and inviting peter to sit. you both talk for a while until the food and drinks arrive and then you're getting tipsy—and slightly handsy.

"hey, hey.. i think that's enough wine for you tonight.."

"'m not that drunk.."

you pause as he sighs, looking over at you. you just pout at him and his face softens. then you speak up.

"did you mean what you said earlier?"

"i said a lot of things.."

"when you called me pretty.. did you mean it?"

"yeah.. yeah, i did.."

it took you no time at all to swing your leg over his lap to sit down. then you grabbed his face and kissed him. he wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. the kiss was so sweet, and not just because of the wine.

"can you promise to protect me all the time?"

"i promise.. i'll always protect my girl.."

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hear me out............. peter wearing the ghostface mask during sex.......

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omg i can just imagine bodyguard!peter bending his girl over the hood of his car because she decided to tease him during a ride to a fancy gala or something

OUUUUUU pls

you never get to ride up front with him, always sat in the back. but you make sure to sit in the middle seat so you can see him. and so he can see you.

"i hate these stupid events.. i always go and i have to introduce myself over and over to different people and it's exhausting.."

"how d'ya think i feel? i gotta follow you around everywhere.."

"it's nice to have some good company though.."

he glances round at you for a second, smiling. you smile back before pushing on his shoulder.

"eyes on the road, sir.."

he just chuckles and focuses back on the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. you notice his arm flex through his shirt and you smirk.

"hey, how come i never sit up front with you?"

"it's safer.."

"pull over, i want to sit in the front.."

"can't do that, sorry.."

"just this once? please? pretty please?"

he sighs and pulls over, letting you get out and into the front seat. he waits until you've clicked your seatbelt in before driving off again. you knew you still had at least another hour drive so you kicked your heels off and stretched your feet out. you noticed peter laugh under his breath and you just rolled your eyes.

every so often, you'd glance over at him and you'd notice his arm flexing or his eyes watching everything around him and god he was even more attractive when he's driving. you know he thinks you're cute, so you decide to use that to your advantage.

"you never told me whether you liked my dress or not?"

"yeah.. it's pretty on you.."

"yeah?"

you brought your right leg up, your foot resting on the seat, while your dress fell down slightly, exposing yourself to him. then he glanced over and his eyes fell immediately to where your dress had opened up.

"close your legs. now."

"oh c'mon.. i'm just having some fun.. don't you wanna have fun too?"

he just looked back out on the road and ignored you the rest of the drive there. eventually you gave up, huffed and crossed your arms, looking out the window for the remainder of the journey.

when he arrived at the venue, he drove round the car park, making sure to park far away from anyone else, all the way back in the corner.

"did you have to park so far away?"

"yes. now wait there.."

you sat back, but continued to put your heels back on. then he came round, opened your door like a gentleman, but he was anything but. once you were out, he grabbed your hand and pulled you round to his side, pushing you against the door.

"you wanna tease me?"

"mmhm.."

"you wanna know what happens when you tease me?"

"mmhm.."

he pulled you back slightly, opening his door before turning you around and bending you over his seat. then you felt him press up against you from behind, making you whine.

"good girls don't have to beg for it.. but since you misbehaved.. i need to hear you beg for it.."

"please.."

"more."

"need you so badly, please.."

"that it?"

"want your cock.. please?"

"yeah? want it that badly? gonna walk in there with it dripping down your legs?"

"mmhm.. please.. oh, pretty please, sir.."

"'atta girl.."

your heard his belt buckle clink and then your dress is flipped up over your back, feeling him pull your underwear to the side before the head of his dick is pushing against you. then he's pushed inside you fully and you whine, dropping your head against his seat. he was rocking into you, filling you up and all you could do was grab onto the seat and let him fill you up. his hands were gripping your waist, his eyes squeezed shut and he was groaning with every thrust inside you. you mustered up enough courage to turn your head and speak to him.

"if you pull out now.. when we get back home, i'll let you fill me up properly then.."

"yeah?"

"please.."

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i haven't wrote in a while but i've been thinking about something.......... bodyguard!peter........

like maybe you're the president's daughter and you're always on the phone to your friends, talking about parties and he overhears you. but he catches you every time and so you just start to hate him.

but god you find him so attractive. his messy hair, tight shirts and the dog tag necklace he always wears. so one day you just, give in, almost. you decide to toy with him, wearing what you think is your prettiest outfit. then you pretend to call your friend, talking enthusiastically about sneaking out to a party, knowing that peter is right outside your door and can hear everything.

then it's midnight and he comes in just as you've opened your window.

"you can't just let me have one night out.."

"not when my priority is keepin' you safe.."

you rolled your eyes, shutting the window and walking back to your bed, kicking your shoes off and laying down on your stomach while you scrolled through instagram on your phone.

you knew he hadn't left your room so you turned your head, looking at him sat down on the armchair in your room.

"and now you don't trust me.."

"this is the third time this week.."

"you're such a dick.."

you huffed as you turned back to your phone, forcing down a smirk when you heard him stand up. he soon wiped it off your face when he grabbed your phone, shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans.

"hey!"

"apologise and i'll give it back.."

"alright, fine.. i'm sorry, but.. can you let me have some fun around here?"

"like what?"

"i dunno.."

you trailed off as you turned fully around, sliding down the bed and positioning your legs either side of his waist.

"don't even think about it.."

"no?"

then you lifted your leg up just slightly higher, letting your skirt fall back over your stomach. your ankle grazed his hand and you felt him clench it, before he grabbed it and pushed your leg back down

"god you really are no fun.."

"i'm not fucking you, if that's what you want.."

"what if i say please?"

"you'll regret it if you do.."

"mmhm? and why's that?"

"you'll be sore in the morning.."

"well, what if i say pretty please?"

you moved your leg back up, but this time rested it on his stomach, pouting up at him. he went to speak but you interjected him.

"you might want to lock the door.."

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can't stop thinking about meeting hot dilf!peter at the local pool where you work as a lifeguard. he comes in every couple of days to do some laps in the pool before going into the sauna to ease his muscles after his workout. then you watch him as he comes out the sauna room, diving back into the pool to cool off again. he resurfaces and swims to the shallow end, pushing himself up and out the pool.

it only takes a few months before he's started to flirt with you whenever he walks past you.

and after that it's then only a few months before he's got you back at his place, hovering over you on his bed as he kisses your neck.

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i have a new au....... chef!peter.......

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ok but listen...... neighbour!peter who knows better than to watch you from his bedroom window while you get dressed. but he doesn't know you're doing it on purpose. he doesn't know the little show is all for him.

then you pause while getting dressed one day and decide to just lounge about topless. peter's eyes don't leave you as you flop down onto your bed, facing away from him. your short skirt flipped up slightly when you lay down and that's when he notices the lack of underwear. he rips his eyes away this time and walks into his bathroom, shedding himself of his clothes and hopping into the shower. the cold water drips down his back as he tries to think of anything but you.

but he can't. all he can see is you. you laying on your bed, topless and tossing around whole your hand's between your legs. he tries to stop thinking about it, even avoids you in the street outside your house when he grabs his mail. but you surprise him, sneaking up on him.

"jesus.. oh, hi.. i uhm.. i'd love to stay and chat but.. i gotta get back inside.."

"you want another show?"

"do i want a..? what?"

"a show.. y'know.. when you watch me from your bedroom.."

"you're doing it on purpose?"

"well.. yeah? been wanting you to notice me for a while now.."

peter then can't drag you back into his house fast enough.

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guys hear me out....... personal trainer!peter........

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listen..... rockstar!peter who lives next door to you. you don't see him much, with him being on tour a lot. but when he's home, you see him going for a run in the neighbourhood or taking the trash out. you don't know much about him other than he's in a band who's somewhat famous. but it's not your type of music.

then he invites you over for a bbq and pool party during the summer. it's full of famous people and you get a little nervous, even though you're famous yourself. the night goes by pretty quickly and everyone starts heading home. you thank peter for the party as you're turning to leave but you stop yourself.

"i only live next door.. so i'm not worried about getting home on time for like kids or whatever, so.. do you want a hand cleaning up?"

he insists that you go home but you just smile and start picking up empty plates and putting them in his kitchen. he just smiles and laughs, before turning to pick up empty cups and plates on the buffet table. it took you both around an hour to clean up and wash the dishes and he thanked you for the help. he offered you a drink and led you to the couch in his living room, sitting down in synchronisation with you.

you didn't get much time to talk to him during the party so it was nice to finally get a chance to talk properly.

"so.. how was tour?"

"fuckin' amazing.. it's such a rush being up on stage but i love it.."

"i saw some videos.. you just look so natural up there.. your energy is infectious.."

"thought you didn't like my music.."

"i.. uhm.. i don't.. just.. it was mainly you i was watching anyway.."

"yeah? like what you see?"

"yeah.. i really did.."

he just smirked as he took a sip of his beer, stretching one of his legs out and spreading his thighs just ever so slightly for you to glance your eyes down at them. you forgot how much of a flirt he was—and it's really not fair for the both of you to be single and not do anything about it. so then you put your drink down on the coffee table and stood up, before moving to stand in front of him and sink down onto his lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

"yeah.. i really did.."

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ok but country rockstar!peter who's engaged, but he's not happy. he thought proposing would make everything better, that it would fix things. but it didn't. they're still having problems. but he can't call off the marriage, it's not good for his image. they act all loved up on red carpets and at award shows and everyone just assumes everything's fine. even if he wins an award, he has to act happy, thank his fiancée in the speech and she pretends to be happy for him, but this is just another thing for him to gloat about. they act fine in the cab ride home, but as soon as the door shuts, they're arguing.

arguing about the award, the event, then it turns to arguments about their relationship, the proposal, the engagement, the wedding.

"well is there even going to be a wedding? because if this is life with you, i don't fuckin' want it.."

"this is it.. for life.. you know that.."

"just.. can we stop this and just go to bed, i'm fuckin' exhausted, honey.."

he hasn't called her honey in so long, it felt like a sting at the back of his throat when he said it.

he wakes up the next day to a call from his manager asking to come to the studio. he grumbles and says he'll be there in an hour. when he arrives, he spots you sitting at reception and smiles. he's about to speak to you when his manager walks in.

"hey.. great timing.. needed you to come in and give a tour.. we got a newbie.."

he extends his hand towards you and peter just nods, letting you stand up and walk towards him, shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

"alright.. well.. have at it, i'm in meetings all day so.. i'll see you later, pete.."

peter just nodded, turning to you and smiling. he walked you through the building, showing you the meeting rooms, the recording booths and the editing suites. he kept asking you questions about your music knowledge, your career and most importantly, yourself.

"well i grew up with country music.. then i started singing 'round the house and.. here i am.. it's nice to know i'm on the same record label as you.. got someone i can look up to.."

"you don't wanna look up to me.."

"why not? you're talented, you've got loads of awards, and your fiancée is so pretty.. you've got like, the perfect life.."

"sweetheart.. it ain't perfect.."

you both walked through the building until he made it to the canteen, making the both of you a coffee and taking you to a table to sit for a bit.

"but.. you were like.. so loved up yesterday.."

"yeah.. then came home and had three different arguments.. we fight all the time at home.. that's why i proposed.. i thought it would fix everything.."

"but it didn't.. i'm so sorry.."

"don't be.. we even tried a marriage councillor.. that shit was worse.."

"sometimes people just aren't meant to be.."

"yeah.. anyway.. what about you? you all loved up?"

"me? no.. i did have a boyfriend in 10th grade but.. we broke up after a week.."

"ouch.."

"yeah, well.. boys will be boys.."

he just laughs and smiles.

"men suck.. i'll tell you that.."

you take a sip of your coffee and smile, looking at him while he does the same.

when you both finished your coffees, he walked you back through the building to reception. he turned to you with a smile.

"i haven't got anythin' else i need to do for the rest of the day.. so.. if you need a ride anywhere.. i got my truck.."

"oh.. i was just gonna go home.. if that's ok?"

"absolutely.. c'mon, let me take you home.."

there was just something about him driving that got you riled up. the way his hand gripped the wheel, his other hand tapping along to the beat of the song playing over the radio. you kept getting urges to kiss him but you had to remind yourself he was engaged. even though he had problems at home, you weren't about to be a home wrecker.

he pulled up outside your apartment complex and got out, jogging round to the passenger side and opening your door for you.

"m'lady.."

you just smiled and coughed up a laugh.

"hey.. i'm trying to be gentlemanly.."

"oh is that what that was.."

he just frowned at you and you smiled.

"well, i'll see you another time, hopefully?"

"yeah.. yeah.."

he walked round to his side, watching you go up to your door. he waited a while and then saw you at a window, waving to him. he waved back, smiling before getting into his car and driving back home. he knew there'd be an argument when he got home, but he really couldn't care less. for the first time in his life, he was truly happy. then the realisation hit him. he was happy because of someone else. he feels like he's cheated on his fiancée, not physically, but emotionally. you and peter just clicked so well, he's actually looking forward to seeing you again. for a second he thinks about turning the car around, going back to your place and kissing you, but he couldn't, he shouldn't. now he's parked up outside his house and he realised he never stopped thinking about you the whole drive home.

everything is fine at home for the rest of the day. then he goes to sleep in his own bedroom, having not slept in the same bed as his fiancée since they got engaged. he drifts off to sleep and there you are, looking so pretty. you're flooding every thought he has and he jolts awake, sweat dripping from his body. and he's hard.

shit.

he needs to get laid and he needs to get laid quick. he gets up, throws a t-shirt on and walks across the hall. he's about to knock the door and wake his fiancée up, but he stops himself. he feels himself walking downstairs and out to the front door. then he slips into his car and drives off, back to your place. he walks up to the front door, finds your name and presses the buzzer. he steps back and looks up, seeing your light come on. after a while, you open the main door to him, still looking half asleep.

"it's like.. two in the morning.. are you ok?"

"i need to get laid.."

"what?"

"i.. i had a dream.. about you.."

"pete.. you're engaged.."

"i don't care.."

"we can't do this.."

"but you want to.. i noticed you when i drove you home.. you were itching for it.."

you knew it wasn't right, but now you were dragging him in and up to your apartment, sitting him on your couch before you sunk down onto his lap. your hands cupped his neck as you leaned down and kissed him, feeling his hands slide up under your t-shirt to grip your waist. you felt him smile against your lips and you pulled away, only to be met with a frown.

"why'd you stop?"

"you were smiling.."

"i ain't kissed anyone like that in so long.. felt so good.."

"mmhm?"

"mmhm.."

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rockstar!peter is great..... but....... hear me out.......

country rockstar!peter....

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rewatched drive yesterday and now i'm thinking about a drive au with peter..........

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listening to a lot of the killers recently and then forgot about brandon's solo albums which then made me think about rockstar!peter's band taking a break for a while. peter has some songs he's written for the band but they never worked on them. but he really wants to work on them, he wants to put them out there and the band tells him to do it, but do it solo. he's confused at first, confused as to why they're so encouraging, but they know how proud he is of these songs and the band just isn't ready to make music again for a while.

so he does, he goes solo for a few years, touring the albums in smaller venues. it's more intimate than the arenas and stadiums that the band is used to. and he loves it just as much as those shows. and the band comes to watch him at a show in their hometown state, cheering the loudest out of everyone. he's able to meet the fans easier too, saying hi and signing stuff at the back entrance to the venues. he stays for hours meeting as many people as he can.

for the first tour, he just has a backing band, using the pre-recorded backing vocals over the speakers. but the second album's tour, he has backing singers on the stage. and one of them is you, and he grows quite fond of you over the duration of the tour. you and him hang out the most, chilling at the back of the bus sharing popcorn and watching movies. you help him write more songs too, one of which he lets you have, after confessing that you want to start your own music career. you refuse at first, but he laughs and says you practically wrote the song yourself anyway so it's only right that you have it. you share a kiss one night during tour, on the balcony of his hotel room after he invites you up for another writing session. you order room service and champagne and it just happens.

over the course of the rest of tour, the fans start to notice there's more pictures of you two than the whole backing band, on his instagram from every city that he posts about. then you post a selfie of you two, your hand grabbing his chin while he squints his eyes and scrunches his mouth up. you caption it "hanging out with this one every day is a dream come true💛". he reposts it to his story with another yellow heart and his fans are flooding your comments asking if you're actually together or just friends. you reply to one of them and tag peter like "well are you gonna say it or am i?".

peter then debuts a new song at the next show and it's very clearly a love song aimed at you. he introduces it saying he wrote it with and about someone special. then he turns to you and asks if you'd join him down the front to help him sing it. a crew member brings out two bar stools for you and him and you both sit down, while he picks up his acoustic guitar and starts the song. you have the opening verse and he doesn't stop looking at you the entire song, smiling while he's singing. when the song finishes, he takes your hand and helps you off the stool, pulling you in for a hug. he kisses your cheek before turning to the crowd and encouraging them to cheer for you as you head back to the little stage at the back where you previously stood.

later on, he's scrolling instagram and reposts a fan's video from the show, sharing the moment between you and him singing and then hugging. he captions it with a yellow heart and tags you as well. you're in the bathroom of the hotel room and you come out and join him on the bed, kissing his cheek and checking your mentions from him. that's when you turn to him and smile.

"yellow hearts are gonna become our thing aren't they?"