Peter Quill Imagines

Attitude

"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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AN) This is cross posted on my tumblr as well which I will be sharing here soon!