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siriuslydaz3d · 1 year
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Attitude || Peter Quill
Summary: Reader is pissed after Quill risks his life earlier in the day. 
Warnings: does swearing warrant a swearing? 
AN) first time writing for Quill in a very long time. Cross posted on Wattpad! (Wattpad user is Xx_mrsquill_xX)  
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“You are mad.” Mantis spoke hesitantly, a hand resting gently on (Y/N)’s shoulder. “Peter did something to upset you, yes?” 
(Y/N) smiled softly raising her head to look Mantis in the eye. “Mad isn't exactly the word I would use. Violently pissed would be a better descriptor, but yeah. Dumbass was being…well his usual dumbass self.” 
“You love him.” Mantis noted, antenna glowing bright once again. The girl covered in green sat beside her friend, back resting up against the large tree. “Is that why you’re mad?” 
(Y/N) sighed as she looked out at the field they were currently stopped in. Her eyes found Groot, Rocket, and Drax off on their own by a small pile of stones. Nebula was just out of earshot, lying face up in the grass, more than likely enjoying the soft breeze rolling over her. Peter was a small walk down from the hill, occasionally tossing rocks into the pond. The glow of the setting sun making him look more beautiful than before. 
“It’s not that, Mantis. I love him, but he put himself in danger today, for me of all people. He’s lucky they didn’t kill him. He’s such an idiot sometimes.” (Y/N) rambled, pulling her knees to her chest. “If anything had happened to him today, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” 
“You should talk to him.” Mantis suggested, tilting her head to stare (Y/N) down. “Maybe it would help the both of you, because I know he loves you too.” 
(Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Mantis, who simply sat and smiled. Her heart raced in her chest as her head whipped back down to Peter. A blush crept its way up her cheeks as she thought about it. In love? The playboy of the galaxy? Silently, she stood and slowly made her way down the hill. She stopped a few feet away from him, nausea hitting her stomach hard. 
“It’s not nice to creep up on people, darlin’.” Peter spoke, turning his head to look at her, signature smirk gracing his face. (Y/N)’s face flushed and she rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to him. The pair sat in silence, watching the sky turn a pink-orange color. 
“What you did today was stupid.” She spoke, breaking the silence. “I don’t care if I was in danger, you focus on the mission.” 
Peter’s head turned to look at her, extending a hand towards hers. She pulled her hand away, setting it in her lap. Swallowing hard, she lifted her gaze to his. 
“I did what I had to do, and I would do it again.” 
“No, you did what you wanted to do. It was reckless. You focus on the mission, not me.” She huffed, turning her body towards him. “Don’t fucking do that shit again. If I had been hurt and hadn’t been able to cover your ass, you’d be dead.” 
Peter groaned and rubbed his face with one of his hands. “Sweetheart, I think you’re being a bit dramatic there. I’ve been doin this thing a lot longer, I can handle my own.” 
“And I can’t?” Her voice raised. “Don’t ever call me dramatic for not wanting to bury your dumbass early!” 
“I was fine! I could handle it, drop the attitude.” 
“No, you don’t get to fucking get to tell me what-” 
“I said drop the attitude.” Peter spoke, cutting the girl off. (Y/N) fell silent as she stared at him. “I’m going to say this one more time. I did what I had to do. If you were in danger right this second, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.”
“Peter.” (Y/N)’s eyes closed as she fought to calm herself down. “You mean so much to me, t-to everyone, I mean. That’s why I can’t let you do that.”
“That sounded like a confession.” He joked, leaning back on his hands. “Are you trying to tell me somethin’?” 
“I-I’m trying to be serious!” She stuttered, head whipping away from him. 
“You aren’t denying the confession, sweets.” He hummed, eyes flicking over her obviously flustered frame. “If it makes you feel better, I feel the same way about you. Well, about everyone.” 
“You’re such a child.” 
“I prefer man child.” 
“Peter.” 
Silence fell over them again as the sun finished setting. (Y/N) looked back up towards the hill, finding the others gone. The cool night air brushed her skin, making her shift closer to the man beside her. He smiled down at her, sitting up to shrug his jacket off. 
“Here, can’t have you getting sick on us.” Peter helped her slip the jacket on. “Looks good on you.” 
“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I-I know you did what’s best and I shouldn’t have been ungrateful. You risked your life for me. Thank you.” 
Peter’s hand cupped her face, a light blush covered his own. “I would do it again in a heartbeat. I will always be here to protect you, even if you don’t need it. I love you.” 
“I love you too, Quill.” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. She pulled back, tightening the jacket around her body. “Can we continue this discussion on the ship? It’s cold.” 
Peter nods, rising to his feet and helping the girl to her own. His hand rested against her lower back as they walked back, once again a peaceful silence filling the night air. A soft ‘love you’ slipping from Peter as he moved his hand, allowing her to board before him. 
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siriuslydaz3d · 11 months
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Angels Cry || Peter Quill
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Summary: When it rains, it means angels are crying. 
Warings: Mention of death
AN: A rewrite of something I wrote as soon as I got home from seeing GOTG Vol 2
Thunder rumbled loudly outside as (Y/N) sat curled up in her chair reading some book from Terra she’d been given by Yondu years ago. Rarely had she’d seen it rain this hard, it reminded her of something her former partner in crime, and ex boyfriend had taught her years ago.
“When it rains, it means angels are crying.”
A soft knock echoed off the walls of her silent house. (Y/N) marks her spot, setting her book down and heading towards her door. Pulling it open, she comes face to face with a man she hadn’t seen in years. Peter stood there, frown etched into his face. His hand came to grab the door as she went to shut it.
"Please (Y/N), I wouldn’t be bothering you if it wasn’t important."
She sighed, stepping aside and motioning him inside. “I’ll get you a towel. You’re soaked.” She mumbled, walking back towards her bathroom, leaving Peter to stand awkwardly in her living room. She reappeared a moment later, tossing a towel at him and resuming her position in her chair. “You said it was important, so spill. First, how the hell did you find me? We’re no contact for a reason.”
"Kraglin told me where you lived." He spoke, looking around at the interior of her apartment. It’s small but the decor screams (Y/N). He recognized a set of blasters hanging on the wall, a pair Yondu had given her when they were kids. Peter’s frown grew larger when he turned back to her.
"I always assumed Yondu would've told you." She chuckled softly, tucking her legs up in the chair. A soft smile graced her features. “You don’t know how many times he begged me to come see you, or to at least let you come over. Guess I’ll never hear the end of it now.”
"(Y/N), I need to talk to you about Yondu actually." Peter said softly, as (Y/N)’s brows furrowed.
"What did the old man do now?” She spoke, her eyes meeting Peter’s. He looked away and wiped at his eyes. “Peter, what happened?”  
"Yondu...He... He died and I couldn't do anything. I tried and I couldn't help him." Peter started, clearing his throat. His hands shook as his gaze fell to the floor. “I came as soon as I could, I’m so sorry (Y/N).”
A loud sob bounced around the room, (Y/N) hand coming to their mouth. Peter darted over to the chair where she sat, arms instantly wrapping around her. The grieving girl slipped from the chair to the floor, curling her hands into Peter’s wet jacket. His hand finds its way to her hair, stroking it gently as they both cried.
"I-I'm sorry." Peter mumbled, lips pressing to her temple. Her fist curled tighter into his jacket, knuckles turning white. “I’m so so sorry honey. I know, I know. Shh.” he cooed, rubbing her back slowly.
“Don’t leave me.” She whispered, forehead resting against his shoulder. She sniffled, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. “Please don’t go. I can’t be alone.”
"You don’t have to be alone, you never have. Let’s get your essentials, yeah? We’ve got room for you. You never have to be alone." Peter spoke, moving to stand and help her up. (Y/N) nods and leads him back to her room. He sits on the edge of her bed as he watches her carefully put her clothes into her bag. Glancing at her nightstand, he noticed a framed photo of him, her, and Yondu. Peter’s arms are around her waist, lips pressed to her cheek and Yondu stands beside them, mid eye roll but smiling wide. She reaches over and grabs the photo, smiling down at it as she stuffs it in her bag.
"Still hung up on me after all this time.” Peter teases, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. Peter stands up and rests his hand on her lower back. “I can’t blame you for keeping it. I look good.” He continued as she sighed.
"I love you." (Y/N) mumbled, turning around to hug him tightly. He kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her. “I kept the photo because it was the only photo I had of him and I together. Just happened to also be the only photo of the guy I’ve had a crush on since I was a child.”
“Ew, you had a crush on Yondu? I really thought you had better taste.” Peter joked, earning a smack to the chest in response. He laughed and squeezed her closer to his body. “I love you too.”
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siriuslydaz3d · 1 year
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My fault. (Leon Kennedy)
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Summary: i botched the mission. It's my fault.
CW: death, blood, suicidal thoughts
A/N: I dont know where this idea came from, I just started writing and lost track for a moment.
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"Y/n"
I fucked up.
"Y/n, can you hear me?"
I did this. It's my fault.
"Y/N!"
I should've been more careful. This is all my fault.
"Y/N, we need to get you cleaned up."
Cleaned up?  Oh. oh. There's blood on my hands. Is this my blood? Am I bleeding? Is this were I die?  I botched the mission, it's what I deserve. Who are you? I don't know you. Or do I?  No, I don't think I do.
"Hey hey, eyes on me Y/N."
What are you trying to hide from me? What's over there? oh. it's him. why aren't you helping him? he's hurt. help him.
"Y/N, no come back over here. Please, we need to get you cleaned up and somewhere safe."
Why wont anyone answer me. Help him. He's bleeding. He's hurt. Please fucking help him. Get up. Get up! GET UP. GET UP. GET UP. GET UP.  please. i can't do this without you. i'm not seeing enough. i love you, please wake up.
"Leon.."
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siriuslydaz3d · 8 months
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Uh enjoy my sleepy ramblings about Dean Winchester!
Dean Winchester is the type of girl dad who'd put a tiara and makeup on just to make his little girl happy. He'd let her paint his nails and proudly show it off to Sam, Cass, and Jack. He's the type to insist on daddy-daughter dances every year that they're offered. If his daughter dressed as a princess for Halloween, he'd dress as a prince. He would watch "girly" cartoons with her and become invested in the story.
Dean would make sure his girl knew how grateful he was for her existence. He'd be the exact opposite of John when it came to raising his baby. I don't see him ever raising his voice with her either. If there were ever any problems, he'd have an actual conversation with her about it.
Dean is the definition of gentle parenting.
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siriuslydaz3d · 1 year
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Dear Katsuki
Synopsis: A letter addressed to a “Katsuki” has been found and opened.
Warnings:  death, angst
A/N: This was something I’d written for another fandom, but I changed it bc I can lol
Dear Katsuki, 
  It’s been a year since you left home. I miss you, and I love you. We all miss you. The boys are doing great. We all still live together, well, all of us but Eijiro. He moved in with Mina a few weeks ago. Same building just up a floor. Sometimes, I still expect to hear you coming through the door. You were never very quiet when you came home. Our room is still the same on the off chance you come back.
   I started going on walks again. It’s really helping clear my head. I don’t cry so much anymore. I guess my mom was right, time does heal wounds. I’m not fully over you leaving, but I’m not angry anymore. I don’t think I was ever actually angry with you. I couldn’t make sense of it. You were here one minute, and then gone the next. I felt so lost without you. We’d been together for so long, and I couldn’t handle being without you. I didn’t want to accept that you had died, because accepting that meant you were gone forever.
   I hope you know I love you. I always have and I always will. I’ll love you until my dying breath, I promise. I’ll be right here with open arms for the day we eventually see each other again. You will always hold a very special place in my heart. 
  Yours always, 
    (Y/N)
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siriuslydaz3d · 1 year
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I'm back, requests open!
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siriuslydaz3d · 2 years
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Just thinking about how nice it would be to spend a day with -insert fictional male-
Like imagine reading or gaming with him. Baking cookies or cakes. Running your fingers through his hair. Drawing with him!!
I would love to just spend a day with -insert fictional male- he's the best boy ever.
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siriuslydaz3d · 2 years
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I'm currently fixated on House again (let's be honest, it's an iconic show) and I'm just really curious if the fandom is still alive here on tumblr
If so, would anyone request things if I added House as a series I write for?
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siriuslydaz3d · 1 year
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MY COLLECTION OF PETER QUILL FANFICS I WROTE AT 14 HAS HIT 100K READS ON WATTPAD?????? IT WAS SO TERRIBLE WHY HAS 100K PEOPLE READ IT
I was known under a different name & user years ago for Peter Quill fanfics and I cannot believe I finally got access to the account again and it’s over 100k is this my legacy? poorly writing fanfiction from when I was a wee freshman in high school? really? 
Would you guys read them if I edited them and cross posted? 
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siriuslydaz3d · 9 months
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Can I ask who you write for? Just to make sure before I request lol
Hi! I'm willing to write for the following, however if a character isnt listed, feel free to request anyway and I'll write for them! (Or if they're from a source/fandom not listed, give a small description and I'll research them before writing!)
MARVEL
-Peter Parker
-Harry Osborne (TASM only)
-Tony Stark
-Clint Barton
-Loki
-Peter Quill
The Walking Dead
-Negan Smith
-Rick Grimes
-Daryl Dixon
Supernatural
-Dean Winchester
-Sam Winchester
-Castiel
House M.D
-Dr.House
-Dr. Wilson
Anime Characters
-Gojo Satoru
-Yuji Itadori
-Sukuna
- Most BNHA characters
Others
-Leon Kennedy
-Anakin Skywalker
-Sirius Black (older and younger)
-Remus Lupin (older and younger)
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siriuslydaz3d · 2 years
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The "transabled" community is ableist, and absolutely disgusting. 
I'm disabled. I'm chronically ill. I'm neurodivergent. I try to avoid speaking on these things to make my account a safe space, but I will not stay silent about this anymore. 
My account is not a safe space for transrace, transage, transabled, or any of the things like it. I refuse to acknowledge you as valid. 
You do not suffer every day like actually disabled people do. You will never understand the pain or struggles me and the rest of the disabled community go through. 
I hope and pray you go to therapy and seek help. 
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siriuslydaz3d · 2 years
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Okay explain to me why I, the most introverted fuck in the world, always pick the wild, loud, and/or mentally ill boys as my favorites.
Do I ACTUALLY like them or do I see my mental illnesses/inner self in them?
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siriuslydaz3d · 1 year
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Completely embracing my legacy, Peter Quill fics will start going up hopefully tomorrow bc I have about 48 fics in total for him including a new one inspired by GOTG3
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siriuslydaz3d · 10 months
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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Two years of writing today!!! Kinda insane to see how far I've come :') thank you guys for the support & love
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siriuslydaz3d · 2 years
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I would do anything to spend a day with my favorite fictional character. Just a simple 24 hours with them.
I would want them to tell me their life story. Tell me about the things they like and dislike. Maybe we'd cry. Maybe we'd laugh.
I already know them from the things I've read and watched, but I want to know them.
I'd thank them for saving me. For being the one there to hold me up when I had nothing and no one. Thank them for being my family when my own family wasnt there to support me.
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siriuslydaz3d · 2 years
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How long do you think I can milk my obsession with s4 of stranger things until I burn myself out?
I already have ideas in mind for things to write after I finish up the few things I have to post
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