chris pratt – obscure-imagines

you were walking with a few of the baby dinosaurs. you walked backwards, tempting them to follow with treats. they trotted along happily.

Owen watched. he watched your smile, he watched your kind treatment of the dinosaurs, the loving way they rubber around your ankles. he’d never really seen dinosaurs that looked domesticated and it was a sight to behold.

but, as cute as the dinosaurs were, he found himself looking mainly at you. he’d ask you for a drink to talk about being a trainer as an excuse to get to know you, and he’d pull out all the moves.

“hey, do you know where my clothes went?” you called, stepping out onto the deck. it was warm enough out that the simple shirt you had thrown on was enough but you still wrapped your arms around yourself awkwardly.

“should be somewhere,” Owen called, turning to look at you. then he stopped and just stared, “wow, you look…”

“disheveled?” you laughed, knowing that what you usually wore was more office appropriate.

“i was going to say beautiful.”

you patted the baby triceratops and it nuzzled against you before running off to join its family, you watched it go with a smile. Owen watched you with a smile.

you walked to the gate and left the exhibit, grinning at Owen, “hey you, need something?”

“watching you work is just…” he laughed, “pretty cool.”

“says you, you’re king of the Raptors, i’d say that’s way more impressive.”

he shrugged, “well then we can be cute dinosaur trainers together.”

“we are.”

“i mean together together, like, please go on a date with me or i might die.”

after the initial meeting on Quill’s ship with Thor you had been working very closely with the Guardians, specifically Quill. he was super smooth and you often found yourself laughing when you were around him.

it helped that he was also super attractive.

the two of you were hanging out and eating when Quill said, “what did you think when you met me?”

“well, Thor and i were both confused about the fact that you guys even actually existed.” you laughed, “why? what did you think about me?”

“i thought that i had known was the word beautiful meant, i mean, i’ve seen a lot of stuff, but when i saw you, that word finally had a physical entity that they would totally draw next to the word Beautiful in the dictionary.”

“yeah, Thor is quite stunning.” you joked. Quill threw a piece of food at you and you swatted it out of the air laughing, “thanks Quill. i think you’re pretty great too.”

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gif credit @captainheroism

“and you see that one there?” Owen nudged you, “she’s my favourite.”

“whats her name?”you asked.

“Y/N.”

“wish they would have told me.” he stated.

“told you what?”

“that not only are you an expert in this field but you’re also a supermodel.”

“does that line ever work?” you laughed.

“i dont know.” he grinned, “how’s it working on you?”

you and Quill had giddily set up Christmas lights on his ship while the others slept. so when you heard a “what the hell?!” you knew Rocket had spotted the completely over done christmas decorations.

“what is with you two and Christmas?” Gamora asked, entering the main area of the ship.

“brings people closer together.” Quill joked, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

“i hope you brought those wrapped gift things like last year.” Rocket said, “and not plant food for Groot, that was not a funny gift last year.”

“does she like Christmas or something?” Faraday asked as you ran out into the snow.

“like it?” Goodnight laughed, “she freaking loves it.”

“is that so?” Faraday grinned.

“do you like Christmas?” Goodnight asked.

“i do now.”

“what if you get hurt?” he asked.

“i’ll heal.” you answered.

“what if you get eaten?”

“and these-”

“are lightly pressed into the dirt and the space between footfalls is larger meaning the animal started running.” you finished for you.

he looked at you, “you’re sexy when you’re tracking.”

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yeah that foot print stuff is made up so i dunno