#quill!reader

!!! this is such a wholesome request, I had to write it ASAP

You’d gotten yourself held hostage by yet another alien terrorist group. You were only young but you’d been in pursuit of them for months now, and with the help of your mentor – Star-Lord – you were so close to a closed case.

To impress him, you thought it best to go out on a rogue solo mission and take down a high-ranking crime lord that had been on your radar for a while.

This didn’t end well as you found yourself dangling over a pit of hungry mutants, saliva running down their necks as their teeth snapped impatiently.

You sighed, kicking your legs about in the hopes that you could loosen the chains enough to escape. They all laughed at you, watching you struggle and taunting you.

The next thing you knew, you heard the sound of shots being fired and suddenly, the 8 or so aliens who had been keeping you hostage were lying dead on the floor, their discoloured blood drained into the chamber you were dangling above.

You looked up and saw your mentor standing there with his chest heaving. His mask hid his face so there was no telling his current emotional state.

“I was beginning to wonder when you’d show up.” You laughed awkwardly, trying your best to avoid the elephant in the room.

Peter said nothing as he unlocked the chains and helped you to your feet.

You regained your balance, the sudden blood loss from your head made you dizzy.

He removed his mask and clipped you round the back of the head without hesitation. “You are too plucky for your own good.”

“Hey!” you intervened, “Don’t call me plucky… I don’t know what it means.”

Peter sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. “My point is, you can’t put yourself in situations like this with no plan and no back up!”

“But I did have back up! I had you!” You argue.

He let out a groan, “But I’m not always going to be here Y/N!”

“Yeah, well… you were this time! So, thanks a lot daaa… ude… dude.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Did you just call me-“

“NOPE.” And you hastily made your way out of the building and towards The Milano.

I thought you loved me. I don’t need you anymore. I hate you. You’re a disappointment. I’m going to keep you safe with me. It’s lonely here without you. 

“Y/n,” you muttered a curse at your father’s voice, “don’t even think about it.” You admittedly took off the mask to keep you safe if you went outside of the ship. “I can handle it. I know what to do.” You stated. “Doesn’t matter, I don’t want you going out there. It’s not safe. No matter what.” You huffed and rolled your eyes as you handed him the mask. “We’re not talking about it! You are not going on any mission.” He demanded before you even suggested it. “Why not? I lived most of my life without you and five years by myself, I know how to take care of myself.” You argued. “You are going to stay on this ship and be safe.” Peter argued. You sighed and huffed before thinking of something to say back to him. 

The rest of the guardians left before you remembered how you got found by your father. 

You sniffed as you sat in front of your mother’s grave. “It’s lonely here without you, Mommy.” You whispered. “I don’t like being here without you. It’s scary. I want you back; please Mommy, come back.” You whispered to the grave. You then heard people talking. You scrambled behind your mother’s grave and carefully watched the group that involved a raccoon, a tree, a strange man-looking creature, a green woman, and a man. The man looked directly at you and shyly waved, the green woman scolded him. You shyly waved back and took a few tiny steps out from behind the grave. The man took many steps closer to you, only a few feet away from you. “Hi little girl. What are you doing here?” The man asked. “Seeing m-my mother,” you stuttered. “I know the feeling.” The man replied. “Peter, doesn’t she look similar?” The green woman asked. The other members of the group looked at each other with confusion. There was some muttering going about the members of the group. Then the man, the man called Peter, looked at you. “Come on, I’m going to keep you safe with me.” *End of Flashback*

You went to the nearest window of the ship. You saw the guardians getting attacked. “Let me or not, I am going to do this.” You told your father, weather or not he could hear you. You grabbed the mask that was previously in your hands then quickly searched for the weapons that you knew how to use. You escaped the ship and heard yelling from mostly your father as your shot the horrible monstrous-creatures. With the tiny part of your help, the creatures were killed.

You smiled and smirked as you got back on the ship, full of pride. “See Dad! I don’t need you anymore to protect me!” You announced, your mind not thinking before your tongue got to speaking. “You’re a disappointment by doing that, Y/n! You could have died! I’m not putting that on my conscience! I told you to stay on the ship and to be safe! I tell you this all the time, you never listen! That is the last time you will ever do something stupid like that!” Peter yelled at you. Your lip trembled. You thought what you did was amazing. You looked at the other faces on the ship that gave off mixed emotions. You scoffed. “You know what’s funny. I thought you actually loved me up until now. If you let me go and do stuff that doesn’t involve being on the ship or only getting off on safe planets, I wouldn’t hate you.” You straight up said to him. You started to head off to your room when you paused then spoke, “You know what, I wish you and Mom never fucked that one night and if you still did, I wish I would be with her, not you. You’re a disappointment as a father!” You cried and stomp to your door, slamming it shut. 

“Peter I’m sure sh-” “Just save it Gamora. Let her think whatever way she want to” He stated before walking away from the rest of them. The rest of the team looked at each other, wondering the same thing, but not knowing how to answer or fix it.

You didn’t leave your bedroom until you knew it was Rocket’s turn to drive the ship as Peter slept. You crept out of bed and wandered to the front of the ship, sitting in one of the passenger seats. “You knw, just because your father doesn’t want you leaving this ship or not wanting to help us doesn’t mean he hates you.” Rocket stated. “You know, I came up here not to be lectured about today, Rocket.” You stated and rolled your eyes. “Well, I’m just going to tell you anyways. You need to hear it, and I won’t sugar coat it for you like the others. You both are too stubborn for each other and you both need to give in on shit that you two argue about. I’m not picking sides, I’m saying neither of you are fully right or wrong.” Rocket explained. “I already have dealt and argued with Peter enough. I’m going to pass on the word to you. You don’t want to become like me and have the whole team hate you because you’re stubborn and you want more than you bargained for and yell at everyone for doing shit that they did to show that they care for you.” He added as you stayed silent, arms crossed. “You’re not doing the same shit I have done before and I’m not going to stand there and watch your father and you argue to death or until one of you stops talking to the other like today.” Rocket kept going. You hadn’t realized that Peter was standing at the entrance, eyes still red from crying and not being able to sleep. “Now go hug each other before you argue and decide on something else stupid to fight about.” The raccoon stated and amazingly enough, the two of you obeyed. 

for @silverquartx <3

Part 1: https://over-canon-watch.tumblr.com/post/181750537970

Peter didn’t bother to clear up the mess he’d made - instead, his main focus was getting back to you before you could fly off without him,

He rushed back to find Milano parked in the same place he left it, engines off and doors shut.

As he stepped aboard, he found you sat in your regular seat, headphones on and your own mixtape bleeding through them - it had been a gift from Quill when you let it slip that your birthday was coming up.

You had expected to find the other guardians aboard, so you were relieved that you could have a little peace as you were in no mood to talk.

He saw you sitting there and staring off into space, his heart tugged a little as you looked embarrassed.

So, he thought it best to leave you alone and just fly you back without hassle.

The second you landed, he saw you bolt for the exit without a word.

Being the crafty guy he was, he locked the doors before you had the chance to escape

“Dude!” You raised your voice and looked back at him, a what the hell expression on your face.

“You’re not leaving until we talk this out because clearly, it’s going to be awkward if we don’t.”

“You’re the one who’s making awkward right now, old man.”

He held his hand to his chest, “Y/N, I’m wounded.”

You tried not to laugh but you couldn’t help it.

Immediately, the mood lightened as the both of you dissolved into laughter.

Peter took a step towards you, he ruffled your hair lightly and smiled at you.

Without thinking, you latched your arms around his body and sighed. He held you there naturally as if he was protecting you from the world.

girl!!! here we go, lads,

Peter Q:

He woke up one morning to the sound of clattering in the bathroom

In a lazy haze, he fumbled with the door handle and pushed it open cautiously, a hand hovering over the element gun that he kept in his belt at all times

Behind the door, his daughter stood at the bathroom sink, cheap plastic gloves on her hands and a paintbrush coated with a thick purple dye was balanced on the basin.

Peter blinked, then blinked again and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing?”

His daughter looked at him and then slowly panned her eyes to the wall where her mind began racing with excuses. “Uhhhhh.”

“I can’t believe you would- I just- how could you-” he let out a frustrated groan and ran his hands down his face.

He looked at his daughter, the look of bewilderment in her eyes made him sigh.

“Okay fine, I’ll help you finish up but you and I are going to have a serious talk about this rebellious phase of yours, young lady.”

Spoiler alert: they never did have that talk

Thor:

He was supposed to be training his daughter today in preparation for yet another ceremony in honour of Asgard.

However, she was nowhere to be found. He’d searched practically everywhere - the training arena, the kitchens, nearly every room in the castle.

Eventually, he caught up with her when he found out outside in the outskirts of the castle’s garden, the area was so far out that no one bothered to tend to it anymore

She was obviously frustrated, he could tell by her body language and the way that parts of her armour had been thrown on the ground.

Around her, trees lay there; torn from their roots and tossed about like twigs.

He stood a good 10 metres away from her as she let out a yell, charging towards a bigger and thicker tree. She struggled to do much to it, however, it was becoming dangerously loose.

She gave up, huffed, and kicked the trunk. The tree shook violently but stayed rooted in its place.

“You didn’t turn up to training,” Thor spoke as he watched his daughter slump down on the ground, hands curled into tiny fists.

“What’s the point if I can’t excel in what I already do?” She sighed. 

@leilei-draws

You peaked out one of the windows on the ship, noticing new people, you had so many emotions going on at once like most people around the universe anymore. Everyone knew that a war was approaching. What struck you from out the window though? The young teen. He had slightly curled brunette hair and was decently skinny, but you noticed muscle in the arms he contained. Then, you noticed your father referring to the ship and you ducked, hiding yourself from view.

Although, it wasn’t but five minutes, the strangers arrived on board. Including the teenage boy in the red, black, and gold suit without a mask.

He smiled and waved at you. “Hi,” you said a little louder than expected and blushed. The teen boy then followed the other strangers to, what you assumed, was the weaponry and escapes and where they would sleep.

You blushed and looked down at your hands on your lap. “Hey,” Gamora spoke before she sat next to you, “don’t start getting ideas. They’re only here to help defeat Thanos.That’s it, then they’re going back to Terra.” She finished. “But can’t I-” “No, Y/n, for your own safety.” Gamora stated and you nodded in defeat.

It’s been a few days, and you finally got to be alone with Peter, Spider-Man. Tony, Iron Man, said if it was best if Peter stayed on the ship while he was recovering from an injury. You stayed with him, talked about how you knew what it felt like to be stuck on the ship alone before. The conversations changed to his home at Terra and his aunt and his friends and somewhere in the middle, your lips met his. Ooh, how they were soft and sweet to touch. Your hands wandered into his soft, slightly curled, brunette hair while his hands found a spot in your hips to grasp. Your face heated up as he did. Oh how adventurous and brave and passionate you felt. All the butterflies alive in your stomach, but you just felt so happy and right.

“Y/n y/m/n Quill!” Your father. You wanted to cry. You and Peter pulled away from each other’s lips. “Go to your room!” He yelled. “But Dad-” “I don’t want to hear it, go!” Your dad yelled, chest heaving with anger. “Yes Dad,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear and walked to your room with your head down.

Spider-Man blushed and lowered his head when you left. “Don’t you dare try to touch her like that or in anyway possible again!” Quill yelled and marched towards your room.

Tony walked into where Peter sat and sighed before sitting. “It’s alright. He’s just protective.” Tony stated. “You heard it?” Peter asked. “No, he told me. How was it?” He questioned. “We talked and agreed on a lot and she wanted to-” “I meant the kiss Peter.” Tony stated. Peter gave Tony a confused look. “You’re not mad?” He asked. “About the kiss, no. I did way worse at your age.” Tony answered. “Listen, I’m going to tell you now, it’s not a bright idea to get…feelings for her. It’s not like you can bring her to earth with us.” He added. “But she is so different and-” “No Peter. It can’t work out, not in any way. You have to go back to earth, a place that she doesn’t belong to.” Peter nodded, a tear trickling down his cheek. Tony swiped it away before going to his room on the ship.

You sat quietly on your bed as your father stood in front of you. “He is no good! He’s not what you want or need! He will put his life in danger and if you become attached to him, you could get into more danger! No daughter of mine will get in more danger than having me being her father! You will not be allowed to go near him, Y/n. End of discussion!” He shouted.

Another week and a half passed away from the time you kissed Peter, Thanos had died. You decied no longer to obey your father and go to see Spider-Man.

“I am Groot.” Of course someone had to guard the area to keep you from going to see the boy you got your first kiss from. “Please Groot, I need to see Peter. I have to talk to him.” You argued in a whisper. “I am Groot.” He replied. “Of course, it is important! Why else would I see him at this time?” You replied. “I’m am Groot.” He stated. “Exactly, now may I please see him?” You requested. He nodded and moved to the side.

You swiftly moved to the room and saw Peter sleeping. You hated to wake him. He fluttered his chocolate eyes open at your presence. “Hi,” you whispered. He admittedly sat up and patted the bed next to him. You shyly joined. Peter gave you the spare blanket and kissed your temple. “I missed you.” He whispered. You only nodded, the blanket wrapped around your body. “I will the rest for the rest of my life.” Peter added. He rested his head on your shoulder. “You’re going back aren’t you?” You softly asked. “In a few days, yes.” Peter answered. You closed your eyes, trying not to cry. He softly kissed your cheek, “If I could I would stay.” He mentioned. “I know.” You simply stated. He softly grabbed your hand and held it. Peter searched your face before kissing you. “Tell me a story, about Terra, please.” You shyly spoke. He started telling a story, something like ones you heard as child. You don’t remember falling asleep, wrapping your arms around each other.

“I am Groot.” Groot stated loudly at the door. “Shit, Groot, what time is it?” You questioned, waking up quickly. “I am Groot.” He replied, translating to 5:30 AM. “Is Dad awake?” You responded. “I am Groot.” Groot answered. “Thanks Groot.” You said and got up after kissing Peter’s temple. You went back to your room, hiding there for the two following days, obeying your father’s wishes.

On the last day for the Terras, you emerged from your room. You used your strength not to cry as you and Peter waved goodbye to each other. Only a wave.