#plant mutation reader

“Did I make you lose your spot?” You just glare at him as you stand up brushing any grass off of yourself. “Whoops, my bad. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone anyways?”

“It’s a beautiful day out and I enjoy my own company.” You shrug at him already forgiving him for making you lose your spot, you were never one for grudges.

“The day’s not as beautiful as you dollface.” You chuckle a bit at the nickname and he smiles at you. “I’m Peter, but you can call me anyday.” He winks and holds out his hand for you to shake.

“I know who you are. Nice to meet you Peter.” You shake his hand before putting your hand in your pocket.

“I’ve never seen you around before.”

“That makes sense, I wasn’t here when you saved the whole school and tend to stick to myself.”

“So what’s your power?” You just smile and crouch down waving your hand to grow a white camellia before plucking it and putting it behind Peter's ear which causes him to blush. “Gotta go see ya around!” He tries to speed off but trips and falls in front of you. He looks down at his feet seeing vines wrapped around them.

“Whoops, my bad.” You giggle and winked at him as you wave bye. Peter’s left there leaning on his elbows awestruck as you walk away.

The next day you’re sitting in your room listening to music and reading again when Peter’s speeding past. He stops at your open door and watches you nod your head to Abba’s King Kong Song. 

“So Abba huh? Nice.” He’s sitting on the chair in the corner of your room in no time causing you to jump into a sitting position on your bed, your book falling into your lap. Before you can even get annoyed at losing your spot you see that there’s a bookmark sticking out of the pages. You look up at Peter who’s taking in the room around him as if he didn’t just do that. “You’ve got a pretty uh, green room.” He sounds shocked at all the plants in your room.

“What can I say, I have a green thumb.” You move to sit cross legged at the end of your bed to be closer to the silver haired boy.

“Do you ever actually hang out with other people or are you really just a hermit?”

“I told you, I tend to stick to myself. I hang out with Jubilee sometimes though, if you must know.”

“You have gotta get more friends.” He leans forward in the chair and points at you as he speaks.

“Kurts there sometimes too.” You shrug and stand up. “Speaking of which I told them I’d get lunch.” You stretch and walk over to the window to grab your bag from the floor and start to put your shoes on. “So is you barging into my life gonna be a common thing now? Should I be worried that I’m gonna have to look at you all the time?”

“I know you’re looking forward to seeing this face everyday.”

“Sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” You walk up to him and grab his wrist to look at his watch. “Shit I really gotta go. See you later Peter.” You make a blue iris come out of the pot in the window and put it behind his ear like yesterday before running out of the room. Peter stays in the chair for a minute twirling the flower around in his fingers before turning your radio off and speeding off.

You don’t see Peter the next day and you find yourself feeling like something was missing. You had spent the day expecting him to pop up out of the blue. You had even gotten your hopes up when Kurt came knocking at your door to see if you wanted to hang out. You had agreed making sure he didn’t see that you were slightly disappointed he wasn’t Peter besides you liked Kurt and like Peter said you needed more friends so why not. The two of you spend the day sitting outside with you telling Kurt about flowers and how they can mean different things.

The next day Peter zips in front of you in the hall on your way to the garden causing you to trip over your own feet while trying to stop. He’s quick to catch you though smirking at you in his arms.

“Falling for me already, Ivy?”

“In your dreams. Did you just call me Ivy?” Once you’re back on your feet you continue your way to your destination.

“Yeah, you know like Poison Ivy in the Batman comics since you guys do the same thing. You never gave me your name and I have to call you something.”

“Oh, I guess I haven’t. Well hi Peter, I’m Y/n.” You stop and hold out your hand for him to take.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” You just roll your eyes at him and keep walking outside. “Where are we off to anyway?”

“The garden, I wanted to just sit with all the flowers for a while.” Peter follows you not saying how boring he thinks this is gonna be. He’s just happy to be in your presence. Once you sit down in a nice sunny patch of grass you glance up at Peter who’s glancing around. “Where were you yesterday, I thought it was your mission to bug me.”

“Aw did you miss me, Ivy? I’m touched.” 

“No, I was just curious. I ended up spending the day with Kurt anyway.” Sure you kinda missed him but you weren’t about to let him know that.

“Oh.” Peter sits next to you ignoring whatever pang of jealousy that rang through him. After a while of sitting there in silence you notice his foot start to tap at sitting still for so long.

“What did you do yesterday?”

“Honestly I slept most of the day.” You’re both silent for a minute before he decides to speak again. “I missed you too by the way.” You smile as you rest your head on his shoulder and start to grow zinnias in an empty space next to you. “What’re you growing?” His voice is so soft and gentle when he speaks this time that you almost forget it’s Peter.

“Zinnias, they’re good for attracting butterflies, bees, and hummingbirds. You can’t be the only bugging thing around here you know.” 

The two of you spend the rest of the time together joking around until you doze off on his shoulder. Peter smiles down at you and scoops you up into his arms to take you to your room. And sure he could have you there in no time but he didn’t want the nauseous feeling of the speed to wake you up and it was nice holding you in his arms and feeling your heat seep into him. As he’s about to walk away after putting you down you grab hold of his jacket sleeve and pull him down so his head was in front of yours.

“What is it?”

“You almost left without your flower.” Your voice is soft and sleepy and you pluck a sweet pea out of the pot next to your bed. It goes behind his ear again and you smile at him with your eyes closed. “Bye Speedy see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Ivy.”

The next day Peter and Kurt show up to your room at the same time. You’re growing more ivy to cover the white walls, freshly inspired by Peter’s nickname for you, when he speeds in at the same time that Kurt poofs his way in. The sounds of the two showing up throw you off guard and the white and purple flowers you were about to bloom pop open as you jump. 

“You both need to learn how to knock.” 

“What’re you doing here?” Peter turns to look at Kurt, his face slightly scrunched up.

“I have plans with Y/n.”

“Plans? You didn’t tell me you had plans.” You shrug at him as you put your shoes on.

“You didn’t ask. Besides I just figured you’d end up finding me while I was out.” You can tell by the look on his face that he was trying not to show how let down he was. “We’re going to a nearby conservatory, if Kurt doesn’t mind you tagging along then I don’t.”

“I don’t mind, Jubilee wanted to tag along too.” With that he poofs away only to come back with Jubilee a minute later. 

“Let’s go then.” You grab hold of Kurt's hand and Peter begrudgingly grabs onto his shoulder.

Peter watches as you laugh at something your blue friend said. He and Jubilee have stayed back a little while you two walked in front. Jubilee would randomly catch Peter grumbling to himself and decides it’s time to do something about it.

“Why do I feel like this is a date?” She watches as Peter’s eyes get big and he stops in his tracks.

“Look Jubes you’re a sweet gal but I don’t-”

“Not for us Peter, for them.” She gestures over to you and Kurt who’re crouched down looking at one of the water lillies in the room.

“No way, she doesn’t like him like that.” 

“How do you know? He’s been in her life longer than you.” Peter glares at the back of Kurt's head as she speaks. “Peter, are you jealous?” Her teasing tone snaps Peter out of it. 

“What? No not at all. Why would you even think that?”

“Oh, it’s definitely not all the grumbling or glaring at Kurt you’ve been doing. Don’t worry though she only likes him as a friend seeing as she only gives him friendship flowers.”

“Friendship flowers?”

“Yeah, different flowers symbolize different things. I learned pretty quickly that she doesn’t know how to properly show her feelings so she uses what she knows best.” Jubilee smiles at her friend before turning back to Peter. “Does she not give you flowers?”

“She does, I didn’t know they meant anything.” The four of you walk outside to the gardens where you and Kurt sit down for a little bit while Peter stays talking to Jubilee. 

“Peter! Come here real quick!” Peter’s next to you in a flash and you smile as you place a crown of daisies on his head. Jubilee and Kurt share a look of acknowledgement with each other over the action. At the end of the day Peter tells you about how he was thinking about moving into the school to which you had told him to do it and that you would help him move his stuff if he wanted.

Over the next few days of hanging out with you you help Peter weigh the pros and cons of moving into the school. And Peter finally decided to do it so here you are knocking on his door to help him pack. His mom opens the door and yells to Peter that there’s a girl here for him making him run upstairs as fast as possible. He leads you down into the basement where you find boxes filled with clothes and hostess snacks but a corner of the room catches your eye. On a little side table are all of the flowers you’ve given each in their own tiny vase. While Peter plays a game of Pong you walk over to it and bring the close to dying flowers back to life. 

“What are you doing?” Peter zips next to you a twinkie in his mouth.

“You kept them.” Your voice is soft and you spot a book halfway under the couch titled Flowers and Their Meanings. Peter blushes as you pull the book out and busies himself with packing and moving. When you turn around while looking at the book in your hand you find that most of the boxes are gone. “Peter.” He freezes at the sound of his name box in hand. He cringes as he looks at you looking through the book. “What’s this?” There’s a smile that’s dangerously close to becoming a smirk on your lips when you look up at him.

“Well you see, the thing is,”  He rubs his neck while he tries to find the words. “Jubilee told me that you express yourself with flowers.” 

“And you wanted to know what I thought of you?” Peter just nods his head. “Did you find what you wanted?”

“I’m having a hard time identifying the flowers.” You laugh at his response thinking of him stressing out over which flower was which.

“You’re an idiot Speedy. Let’s get the rest of your stuff moved and maybe someday I’ll tell you what each flower is.” 

As Peter gets his room in order back at the school you go get his welcome present. ‘It’s a honeysuckle’ you had said when you handed him the potted flower before bidding him good luck with unpacking and heading on your way.

That night Peter knocks on your door waking you up. When you open it to see what’s going on you don’t see anyone and turn around knowing it had to have been Peter. He’s sitting in front of the table in the middle of your room with all of his flowers on it.

“You have to tell me what they are. Please Ivy, I gotta know.” You just sigh before closing your door and moving to sit across from him.

“White camellia, it’s used to tell people that they’re adorable. Blue iris, used to show faith and trust and hope. Sweet pea, it’s used to tell people you had a good time with them.” You pause when you get to the daisy crown swallowing the lump in your throat. “Daisies symbolize innocence and hope but can also be used to show a crush.” You blush at the fact that you’ve basically just expressed your feelings to him.

“What about the honeysuckle?” He skips the other flowers you’ve given him the past couple days and puts the pot in front of you.

“Honeysuckle represent-”

“Bonds of love, right?” Your eyes meet his and all you can do is nod. “Good.” Next thing you know his lips are on yours but you don’t have time to kiss him back before he’s pulling apart. “Oh and here, for you Ivy.” He puts a flower in your hand before speeding off and taking his collection of flowers with him. You look at the red camellia in your hands and find a small note attached to it.

“Jubes!” You exclaimed as you burst into her room a blinding smile on your face and flowers blooming in your hair. “I passed that exam I was worried about.”

“Oh my gosh, yay! I told you, you would pass.” She pulls you into her arms and the boy in front of her clears his throat. “Oh, Peter this is Y/n. Y/n this is my friend Peter.” You turn to look at the silver haired boy you didn’t notice before and feel the heat from a blush creep up to your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is quiet, embarrassed for just barging in. “Sorry if I was interrupting, I didn’t realize Jubes had company.”

“That’s alright, a pretty gal like you can interrupt me anytime.” Your face heats up even more at his flirting and the flowers in Jubilees' room seem to burst open and more appear in your hair. Jubilee notices this and smiles to herself realizing the effect Peter has on you and she can’t help but to think that it’s adorable. “I’ll leave the two of you to it though, see you ladies around.” He sends a wink your way before speeding out of the room.

“You totally like him!”

“What? No I don’t, I don’t even know him.” Your eyes go wide and you take a step away from her.

“Alright, explain this then.” Jubilee pulls a few flowers from your hair and motions towards all of the flowers in the room.

“Uhh, gotta go!” You dash out of the room with a laughing Jubilee yelling ‘see you tomorrow’ at you. 

You do whatever you can to distract yourself from thinking about Peter. When you last caught yourself thinking about what happened in Jubilees room you noticed flowers growing around your feet in your room. Stargazing always seems to help clear your mind so here you are lying underneath the professor's grandfather's tree that you regrew for him staring up at the sky. You’re at peace here with the wind softly blowing through your hair when you sit up slightly and nothing but the sounds of nature and the occasional student filling your ears.

“So you control plants, that's pretty cool.” You shoot up into a sitting position and look over at the boy who ruined your peace. Peter’s leaning against the tree with his arms crossed and one foot firmly planted against it. He can’t help but think how beautiful you look with the moonlight lighting up your features.

“I guess so. It’s hard to control it sometimes though.” You shrug and lay down again looking back up at the stars to distract yourself from his cute smile.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Stargazing.” He’s quiet after you speak but you can sense him getting closer, feel him moving through the grass before he lays down next to you one arm swung behind his head. 

“Anything good?”

“I don’t know any constellations other than the big and little dipper. Sometimes though I see a shooting star and that’s pretty cool.” As you speak you turn your head in his direction and then look at him just to find him already looking at you. Your breath hitches in your throat and you pray that he can’t tell as you both just lay there and stare at each other. When you notice your eyes starting to move from looking at his eyes to his lips you fake a yawn and get up. “I should be getting to bed,it’s late. Goodnight Peter, sweet dreams.” And you rush off to the school leaving Peter alone in the small field of Night Phlox that grew during the encounter.

***

“That sounds pretty magical Y/n.” Jubilee turns her head to look at you after you finish telling her about your experience with Peter last night. 

“Jubes stop moving. Do you want this done or not?” You’ve been trying to braid flowers into her hair like she had asked for the past twenty minutes. She just loves to look at you when she interrupts you with questions. “It wasn’t magical, we barely spoke and I probably made a fool of myself with not being able to control my powers.”

“Peter wouldn’t care about that. Besides you can make up for that today.”

“Today? What did you do?” 

“I may have invited him to come hang with us.”

“Jubilee!”

“What? You totally like him. I’m just trying to help you out, nudge the two of you closer together.”

“But this is our spot. I’m done by the way.” You pat her shoulders and she grabs the braid to see it before turning around and pointing at you.

“Don’t you give me that when you’re the one who invited Kurt and let him know about it.” You open your mouth to speak but she covers your mouth to prevent it. “You told me I could invite someone if I wanted to and this is me doing that.” You just roll your eyes at her and nod your head in defeat.

“Woah, Jubilee nice hair.” Peter appears behind your friend and she smiles real big at you before looking at him.

“Thanks Pete, it’s some of Y/ns best work.” Buttercups sprout up around your rested hands in the grass as Peter smiles at you. “Don’t be shy Peter come sit with us.” Jubilee pats the spot in between the two of you and Peter sits the three of you forming a triangle.

“Hi Peter, how’s your day been?” You busy yourself with plucking the flowers out of the ground while you ask. You don’t realize that more daisy’s are appearing in your hair.

“Good I pranked Scott and did my runs already so I’m not sure what to do the rest of the day. Does this happen often?” Peter’s hand reaches for your hair as he goes to pull out a flower and you make eye contact with him freezing in your spot for a second. 

“Only when I already have a flower either in my hair or behind my ear but even then they only bloom all throughout when my emotions get the best of me and I can't control it. I know it’s pretty stupid isn’t it?”

“I don’t think it’s stupid. I had a hard time controlling my powers at first, I was always crashing into walls when I didn’t mean to go fast. I’m sure speed is a lot easier to control than plants. Besides you look pretty with flowers in your hair.” As he places the flower he took back into your hair you smile at him and purple coneflowers grow around the three of you. Jubilee notices and sees just how smitten the two of you are with each other. She knew that you liked him but now that she sees that Peter is totally into you too she just has to get the two of you together.

After hearing Peter’s words of reassurance you become more comfortable around him. The two of you joke around and talk about your lives to get to know eachother better, you even forget that Jubilee was there at one point until she asked Peter a question. You don’t notice the flowers that bloom around you when Peter would do or say something that would put butterflies in your stomach.

“Oh shit, is it that time already?” Peter’s watch beeps with an alarm and he looks at it shocked. “I told my sister I would take her for ice cream so I gotta go, I didn't realize how late it was getting.” He stands up and smiles down at you. “Bye Y/n I’ll see you around, bye Jubilee!” He goes to dash away but can’t due to roots wrapping around his ankle to keep him there. “Hey, uh Y/n, a little help here.”

“Oh God! I’m so sorry Peter, I didn’t mean to.” You unravel the root from his ankle.

“Don’t worry about it.” Without thinking he leans down and kisses your forehead before blushing and rushing out another ‘bye’ and leaving. You’re left frozen in space with fireweed shooting up throughout the clearing and more daisies blooming all throughout your hair. Jubilee watches the whole thing happen with her mouth hanging open.

“You guys so totally like each other!” Jubilee squeals out once she composes herself.

“N-no, I doubt Peter meant that in any way other than a friendly goodbye.”

“Y/n you and Peter just sat here in your own little world for how long. I’ve never seen Peter sit still for that long without needing to exert some sort of energy. He a hundred percent likes you back.” 

“You really think so?”

“Definitely.”

***

After that day Jubilee has made sure that you got more comfortable around Peter by inviting him everytime the two of you hang out. And you have recently you’ve even started flirting with him and that leaves him a blushing stuttering mess most times just making it more clear that he likes you according to Jubilee.

“Peter!” You run up to the boy whose attention immediately goes to you rather than his friends in front of him. He catches you in his arms, embracing you and relishing in the feeling of your arms around his neck. “Guess what?”

“You passed that test you thought you’d fail?” You step back for him, still smiling bigger than ever.

“Well yes but also no. I got asked out! And I didn’t even grow flowers all over the place!” Peter's smile falters a bit before he tries to put it back.

“That’s great Y/n. Who was it?”

“Warren, do you know where Jubilee is? I gotta tell her still.”

“I uh, think she’s in her room.”

“Thanks Petey!” You dash off to Jubilees room not seeing the look of disappointment on Peter's face.

“What are you doing Peter? Go tell her how you feel.” Jean says to him after you’re gone.

“It’s too late now Jean. I gotta go. I'll see you two later.” 

You weren’t actually asked out technically. Jubilee had had enough of the two of you just flirting and not actually acting on your feelings so she had Warren ask you out. She figured that once you told Peter he would get jealous and finally man up and ask you out. She let you in on the plan once you told her about what happened so that it would seem more real. You were upset at first with her asking ‘what happens when Peter doesn’t stop it’ and she just responded with a shrug and a ‘then you go make a new friend with Warren’.

You’re in your room putting flowers into your hair when Peter bursts in. You twirl around and it’s silent as he takes in the view of you in a blue sundress and the flowers in your hair that match it.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” Jubilees words of ‘act like it’s real’ echo through your head.

“Don’t go out with Warren.” 

“What? Why?” You scrunch your nose up in confusion as he takes a few steps closer to you.

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You deserve someone who can’t get you out of their mind, who finds themselves thinking about you every minute of the day. Who’ll do anything and everything to make sure you’re happy. Someone who will never get tired of you talking about plants or the wonderful flowers you sprout around you. Y/n you deserve someone that’s going to be terrified of losing you because you’re the most important person to them.” You swallow the lump in your throat deliberately not paying attention to the flowers growing in the pots around your room or in your hair as you watch him get closer to you.

“Someone like who?” You’re quiet but that doesn’t matter. Peter's so close to you, you’re sure he can hear your heart practically beating out of your chest like a cartoon.

“Someone like me.” Peter whispers to you as he places his hands on each side of your face and dips down to connect your lips in the most mind blowing kiss you’ve ever had. You smile at him when the two of you part and he looks around the room at the overabundance of flowers and vines.

“I’m gonna have to tell Warren I won’t be able to make it.”

“I already told him.”

“Uh, I-I, this-”

“You’re such a dork Maximoff, of course I’ll go out with you.”

He did the same thing when he asked you to marry him, left a yellow rose and note once again at the door to your shared room. He had planned to give it to you in person but when he heard your footsteps getting closer he panicked and dipped. When you opened the door the flower was still falling onto the ground. You had just smiled and shook your head at it. You just picked it up and brought it into the room with you. You had burst into tears after reading the note Will you marry me? Yes. No. but did the same thing you did last time and added a box. This time Peter showed up before the door was even completely closed. When you heard him show up you opened the door up immediately to find him reading the note.

“Shit!” Peter jumps at the sound of you clearing your throat and looks up to see you leaning on the door frame. “Um, so I, uh.” He fumbles around in his pockets until he finds the ring but he dropped it on the ground the minute he held it out.

“You’re a doofus Petey.” You had said to him as you bent down with him to pick it up. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

When the wedding was coming up Peter had told you time and time again not to worry about the bouquet. You’d constantly tell him that he didn’t need to handle it and that you could just grow one but he wasn’t having it. He’d just look at you and say that he would handle it, that he wanted to handle it. So you let him. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t the hand picked group of yellow roses and baby’s breath that he brought you two days before the wedding. He had presented them to you with a ‘I know it’s not much but I thought you’d like them.’ You had started crying and couldn’t stop going on about how beautiful they are as you put them in a vase to keep them healthy until the wedding after cleaning them up a bit.

After the wedding Peter made sure to give you a yellow rose every morning of every day.

“For one Mrs. Maximoff.” He would say and give you a kiss before you were allowed to take the rose from him. He could never get enough of calling you Mrs. Maximoff, he was obsessed with it. 

Your shared house with the man was full of clusters of roses since you kept every single one. Everywhere you looked you saw yellow, you’d joke with him that it’s a good thing you never hated the color. And when your daughter Luna was born, Peter had started giving her flowers too, pink peonies. When Luna was old enough she’d go out to the garden and pick any blue flower she could to give to her dad, an idea she got from you one day when you told her that you started giving him flowers first when the two of you were friends. And so your house became a mixture of yellows, pinks and blues and you couldn’t be happier with the combination of colors that is your family.

“Y/n!” You pull Jubilee behind the tree you were next to out of Peter’s eyesight giggling. 

“He raided my snack stash earlier.” You explain to the girl in front of you with her eyebrow raised.

“You know it could be both of your snack stashes.”

“Oh not this again Jubes, for the last time-”

“Sorry ladies am I interrupting?” Peter leans next to Jubilee against the tree.

“Hey there Peter, I saw your trip. You should really be more mindful of your surroundings.” You fake a pout in his direction. “Maybe then the girls you flirt with will go out with you.”

“Oh big words coming from the girl no one flirts with.”

“And whose fault is that huh? Weren’t you the one who went around and told everyone that if they slept with me they’d get poison ivy.” You step up to him and poke his chest. He laughs at the memory but stops when he remembers that people had started calling you Ivy in a mocking tone. He didn’t mean for it to go that far, he honestly just didn’t want anyone flirting with you. He hated that.

“I said I was sorry for that, Flower.” His hands land on your shoulders and he rubs his thumbs back and forth to calm you down.

“Yeah whatever, Maxibaby.”

“Come on you guys, get a room! Makeout or something already.” Jubilee exclaims tired of constantly seeing the two of you like this. When you weren’t pulling pranks on each other or arguing you were flirting. Not that you or Peter noticed, you both just called it being civil your friends though, they’ve just about had enough of it.

“If you don’t stop with that I swear I’m gonna turn the pranks on you.” 

“With that I’ll take my leave. See ya around.” Peter speeds off and you feel a tug on your hair. Your hand flies to the end that was pulled and you gasp.

“That asshole put gum in my hair!” Jubilee laughs full heartedly before getting a glare and running off.

***

“Nice haircut, Flower.” You turn your head to glare at the boy now sitting next to you underneath Xavier’s grandfather's tree.

“Fuck you Maxibaby.” After the gum incident you had to get a few inches cut off. It looked good still thank goodness, if it didn’t you may have just had to kill him.

“Oh, come on Flower. If anything I did you a favor, you’ve been talking about getting your dead ends cut off for what feels like forever.” That was true and since he had a point you just shrug in response continuing to grow flowers around you. “What is this? The silent treatment? Flower, talk to me.” He’s whining and you have a hard time keeping the amused smile off your face. As the corners of your mouth start to hook upward you look away from him. “Did I just see a smile on that pretty face? Let me see.” He reaches over to grab your chin and pull your face back towards him and you can’t help but laugh and try to push him away. 

“Get outta here! Don’t you have some poor girl to make your move on?” You lean on one hand and run the other through your hair as you ignore how hard your heart is beating from being so close to him. 

“Nah, just got you Flower.” You may have denied your feelings but Peter, Peter doesn’t. He did at first, but then he saw some guy flirting with you and couldn’t deny them anymore. While Scott keeps trying to nudge him in the right direction of just asking you out already and bringing everyone's suffering to an end, Peter’s afraid that you’ll reject him. So he keeps up with the pranking and relentless flirting.

“Who says I want you Maxibaby?” The two of you are so close your noses are almost touching. You rustle the flowers enough to get pollen in the air causing Peter to start sneezing. 

“Oh you better run!” He speaks between sneezes and you dash off laughing the whole time. Peter smiles at the sight of you before running after you making sure not to use his mutation knowing you would just call it cheating.

The next day you’re showing the new student, Bobby, around school when Peter sees the two of you laughing about something.

“Who’s he?” The jealousy is thick in Peter’s voice as he watches your head get thrown back with laughter in a way that is normally only caused by him.

“New student. It seems like him and Y/n are hitting it off.” Scott answers him and stops the chuckle that’s begging to come out. “Looks like you may have missed your chance Romeo.” Peter's teeth grind together and in a second he’s gone.

“So then I made the apple rotten and-”

“Hey there Flower, who’s this?” Peter wraps his arm around your shoulder as he appears and interrupts you mid story. 

“Maxibaby! We were just talking about you. Remember the time I had you eat a rotten apple?”

“Yeah, turned me off of apples for good.” The two of you are smiling at each other, your foreheads almost touching.

“So are you two dating or what? Because the stories seem like your frenemies.” Both of your heads turn to look at the new student

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” Your eyes go wide at Peter’s words shocked that he would lie about that.

“Doesn’t matter to me man. I’m Bobby.”

“Peter.” He shakes Bobby’s outstretched hand. “Care if I snag her away?”

“Go for it, we were just finishing up here.” Before you could interject, you’re in Peter's room and he’s reading a comic in the corner of his room, a twinkie halfway in his mouth.

“What was that?!”

“What was what?” He doesn’t even look up at you.

“You told Bobby we were dating! Why would you do that?”

“Can’t have him flirting with you, now he won’t. Would you have rather I told him the poison ivy rumor?”

“Not that it matters Peter, but Bobby’s gay!” He finally looks up at you but you’re too busy pacing to notice.

“He’s gay?”

“Yes! Why does the flirting thing even matter anyway? You flirt with everyone, why can’t anyone flirt with me?”

“Because I like you! Get that through that thick skull of yours, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed yet.”

“You like me?” You freeze in your tracks and point at yourself and Peter walks up to you and holds your face in his hands.

“Yes.”

“So, you want us to actually be dating?”

“Yes.” Without him knowing you grow a vine out of the pot of the plant you gifted him not too long ago and get it ready to wrap around his feet as you inch your face closer to his.

“So you better come catch me.” You kiss his nose and run towards the door tangling his feet in the vine.

“This is cheating!” Peter exclaims as he starts to recover from falling.

“I need a headstart dontcha think?” And with a shrug and a wink you dash down the hallway.

When Peter showed up the two of you hit it off, constantly pranking people and playing video games or listening to music together. It wasn’t long before the two of you started dating. However the winters he’s known you for haven’t been bad surprisingly. They’ve been pretty warm with only a little bit of snow so you’ve only gotten a slight cold so you never really had to explain to Peter about how and why you get sick. Of course it would be a bad winter when he was off on a mission though. So now not only do you feel like you’re dying in your room, you’re also worried sick that your boyfriend is gonna get hurt.

The first thing Peter notices when he gets off the jet is that the plants in the mansion are dying. The next thing he notices is how the Professor is waiting for them and how he tells Hank that it’s been a bad week and then how Hank just nods and says something about medicine. He’s not sure what exactly that’s about but it feeds into his worry of if something happened to you. There’s no way you would ever let the plants die so why were they now. He speeds through the halls of the school almost bumping into students in his rush to get to your room. When he gets there he’s overwhelmed with the overabundance of brown from the dying plants and leaves all over the ground. You’re asleep on your bed and Peter’s shocked to find you like that since you never napped, you barely slept unless you were sick. You stir as he sits next to you and brushes some hair from your warm forehead.

“Peter?” Your eyes slowly blink open to clear the haze from your sight. “Are you really back or is this a fever dream?” You cough in between sentences bringing your arm up to your mouth.

“I’m back baby. What’s wrong? What can I do to help?”

“There’s not much you can do.” You sneeze. “I just have to ride it out.”

“Then what’s happening to you?” His voice cracks with worry and it breaks your heart but when you go to reassure him you have a coughing fit. He’s quick to change his position so he’s next to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders bringing you into his chest. There’s a knock at the door then but you're coughing too hard to say anything. “Now's not a good time.”

“It’s Hank and the Professor.” Hank's voice is muffled from the door but you think a ‘come in’ for the Professor to hear as you recover from your fit. The door opens slowly and Hank steps in first taking in the room. “I brought you medicine, it’ll help so you should take it this time.” He places it on the nightstand next to Peter and takes a step back. 

“Thanks Hank, I’ll think about it but I’ve been through worse.”

“She’ll take it, don’t worry. I’ll make sure of it.” 

“That you will Peter. Hank I don’t think we have to worry about Y/n this time around, she’s got someone to care for her.” Charles wheels next to the bed and takes your hand. “Don’t be stubborn this time and get some rest.” You nod at him and they take their leave. Your head drops onto Peter’s chest and you just feel so tired.

“Baby?” His voice sounds so strained like he’s going to cry and you wish you had the energy to wrap your arms around him and assure him everythings alright but all you can do is hum in response. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhm. ‘M jus sick.” 

“How bad is it?”

“Not gonna die or anything like that.” You nuzzle your head further into his chest. “Let me rest and I’ll explain everything.” You yawn and then before Peter can respond you fall asleep listening to his fast paced heart.

When you wake up Peter isn’t in bed with you anymore and you rub your eyes while sitting up. Peter’s pacing around your room but you notice that the dead leaves that were around your floor are cleaned up. He’s gnawing on his thumb and muttering to himself. You smile at the sight of how much he cares for you.

“Peter.”

“Baby, are you okay? Do you need anything?” He’s next to you in an instant placing a hand on your forehead.

“I’m okay, I feel a little better.”

“Do you need water, food, anything?”

“I’m fine Petey.” You chuckle at him but it turns into another coughing fit. Peter's hand rubs your back in soothing circles. “I get sick like this all the time.”

“What? We’ve been together for a year now, you’ve never been this sick.” You shoot him a look for interrupting you and he shuts up.

“When the seasons change and it gets so cold that the plants are dying, I get sick. It’s happened to me my whole life, even before my mutation appeared. I’m sick for however long the weather stays bad. The last two winters that you’ve known me have been shockingly warm so I’ve only gotten what seemed to be the common cold. But I’ll be fine, I always am, I truly do just have to ride it out.”

“Why haven’t you ever told me about this?”

“I’m not completely sure. I didn’t wanna worry you I guess, but clearly that just made you more worried now.” You move your body so you’re facing him and rest your forehead on his own. “I’m so sorry I made you worry Petey.”

“It’s fine.” His voice is soft and full of love for you. “When’s the last time you ate baby?”

“A few days ago I think, though yesterday Jubilee made me eat some toast. I haven’t been very hungry.” He kisses your head before zipping off and coming back with cut up apples and caramel sauce, your favorite snack.

“You need to eat at least some of it. And then you’re gonna take some of this medicine.” When you open your mouth to argue he shoves an apple slice into your mouth. You moan at the taste of it not realizing how hungry you actually were.

Peter’s at your beck and call the whole time you’re sick which really means he doesn’t leave your side and makes sure you eat and take your medicine when you need to. One of the warmer days that you were practically feeling like yourself again you snuck out to have a snowball fight with Jubilee and Kurt before the snow melted but Peter was quick to bring you back in. You had argued that you were feeling perfectly fine while Peter stood there his arms crossed in front of his chest and watched as you started to sneeze. You couldn’t wait until it warmed up enough that you wouldn’t be sick. He basically had you on house arrest and you just want to be able to walk around and see everyone. 

When the snow starts to melt and it transitions slowly into spring you slowly get out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping speedster next to you and start to revive the plants around your room. You’ve had enough of only seeing dead plants. It was about time for them to be thriving again and you had the energy to do it finally. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Peter’s morning voice greets your ears as his face is buried into your hair and his arms wrap around your waist. 

“Healing my babies. Petey I’m all better look at me, look outside it’s nice out! I wanna go running through the grass barefoot again.” You spin around and wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. 

“How bout you finish up here and do the rest of the plants in the mansion today because I know you’ll want to. And then tomorrow you go running around outside.” 

“Really?” You beam at him excited to finally be able to do things and feel the sun on your skin even if that part was gonna wait for tomorrow.

“Yeah really.” Peter smiles back at you and you crash your lips together for a few seconds before you step away from him and go back to healing the plants in your room. Peter follows you around the school, his hand securely in yours as you look for all the dead plants and stop to talk to your friends. He can’t help the smile on his face at seeing you so vibrant and happy again.

“Peter?” You whisper to him later that night not sure if he’s awake or not. After getting a hum from him you keep going. “Thank you for taking care of me. It means a lot.”

“Anytime, that’s what I’m here for.” He hugs you closer to his body.

“I love you so much Petey.”

“I love you so much too baby.”

“Hi Petey.” You smile up at him and he can’t help but fill up with warmth at your smile.

“Hi Peter.” Jubilee pulls his attention from you across to her. “If you don’t mind, it’s our girls day. You know that though, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, yeah I just missed my girl, wanted to say hi.”

“Well you said hi, now adios loverboy. Shoo.” Jubilee tries to wave him off like a dog causing you and Jean to laugh.

“Cmon Jubes, don’t be rude.”

“No Jean, you don’t see Scott crashing our girls' days.”

“You’re just upset that you don’t have someone yet.” You hit Peter for the dig he made.

“He doesn’t mean that Jubes, he just doesn’t take well to being told what to do. Isn’t that right Peter?” You send him a side glare and dig your elbow into his side. It was the kind of glare that reminded Peter that you had a scary side when you got upset. 

“I’m sorry Jubilee, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” He truly didn’t mean to hurt her feelings he knew about the will they won’t they thing she had going on with Kurt.

“It’s fine, no feelings were hurt. Can you go now?”

“I’m going, I’m going. I’ll see you later Y/n.” He steals another kiss before starting to get up.

“Yeah.” You pick a flower and tuck it behind his ear while he’s still crouched. This causes his nose to scrunch up as a sneeze starts to build. It comes out before he can run and he blushes behind the arm covering his face. He dashes off before anyone can say anything. “Well that’s new.” The three of you share a look before giggling to yourselves. 

Later that day you find Peter in his room playing PacMan and listening to his vinyls. The flower you had put behind his ear earlier is now in a vase on his windowsill causing you to smile. 

“Hey there cutie!” You wrap your arms around his neck, watching him play from over his shoulder.

“Hi baby.” He pauses the game and spins around in his stool to look at you and place his hands on your hips.

“You wanna go on a walk with me through the woods around the grounds. I finally wanna explore them.”

“Of course sweetheart.” He takes your hand in his as he stands up shoes already on. “Let’s go exploring.” You smile and pull him out of the room. The two of you walk hand in hand through the school grounds and into the woods. Peter asks you about the picnic and how your days been while you fill him in on everything that’s happened to you today. You then ask him about his day and he responds by saying that he’s just been playing games and rockin out all day. This just leads to you jokingly telling him that he needs to get out more and that he’ll get fat just sitting around eating twinkies all day. In response he threw you over his shoulder and ran deeper into the woods with your laughter echoing around you.

“You know I hate when you do that.” You say once Peter puts you down playfully slapping his chest.

“Which is why it’s so much fun to do.” He's quick to grab hold of your hand when you keep walking to keep the touch that he craves so much from you. “What?” He asks as you suddenly stop and gasp at whatever you’re looking at. Peter looks up to see a clearing full of wild flowers and he inwardly groans at the sight.

“It’s beautiful.” You continue to walk into it but you’re stopped when you can’t pull Peter with you. “Are you alright Pete?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just lost in thought.” He lets you pull him into the clearing then and down into a sitting position in the middle of it. As his nose starts to inch he curses whoever decided to make him allergic to pollen. When he sneezes the first time you don’t even notice, too fascinated by your surroundings. It’s the second and then the third time that you notice it. 

“Are you alright Peter?” You bring one of your hands up to cup his face. “Are you getting sick?” You start to worry about if he is, Peter’s body regenerates so fast that he doesn’t get sick unless it’s something really bad.

“No I’m fine Y/n, honestly. It’s just allergies.” His nose scrunches up as he sneezes again.

“Allergies? You’re not allergic to anything though.”

“I’m allergic to pollen.” Peter gets shy as he admits it to you. His voice is soft and he blushes as he rubs the back of his neck while looking at you sheepishly.

“Pollen? You’re allergic...to pollen?” He nods at you expecting you to be this shocked. “But you’ve never shown signs of being allergic to it before.”

“I always ran before I started sneezing.”

“So that’s why you’d go away for a bit, I always thought it was because you were still for too long.” You turn your whole body to face him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You get this smile on your face every time you use your powers, Y/n.” He sneezes again as the wind swirls around the two of you. “And I just, I didn’t want to tell you and risk taking away that smile.”

“You’re such a dork.” You shove him as you laugh. “I’m touched really I am, I love that you care so much for my happiness Petey. But I can grow hypoallergenic flowers so that you won’t have to worry about the sneezing. Some of my favorites are allergy friendly, like snapdragons and tulips.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He sneezes once more and an idea comes to your head. “Hold on.” You frown as you wilt all of the wildflowers around you upset that you have to kill them but it’s slowly replaced with the smile that Peter loves so much as you grow more in their place. Orchids, tulips, snapdragons, and pansies sprout up all around the clearing and as the wind blows again Peter doesn’t have the need to sneeze. 

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” You just smile at him and he pulls you into a hug before falling back to lay down. It’s silent for a while as the two of you lay there watching the clouds. “I was starting to think that whatever God there was was playing a cruel joke on me.”

“What do you mean?” You lean up on one arm as you look down at your speedster.

“I mean who gives someone a soulmate who controls plants and goes now let’s make them allergic to pollen?”

“Soulmate?” You can already feel the heat of a blush crawling up to your cheeks.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine ending up with anyone other than you.” You lean down to kiss him smiling into it. 

“I love you so much Peter.” His face lights up and he rolls you over so he’s hovering above you.

“I love you so much too Y/n.”

“What is it Y/n?” He seems to pick up on your anxiety and caresses your face with one of his hands.

“I, uh, made you something.”

“Oh?” You pull out a flower crown you made out of forget me nots and hold it out to show him.

“I know it’s not much and it won’t compare to your other cool presents but I wanted to give you something.” When you look back up at him he’s frozen in his spot with his mouth open. “It’s stupid isn’t it? I knew it.” When you go to bring it back to you rather than keep it in front of him Peter stops you by softly gripping your wrists. You meet his eyes and they’re so full of love that it knocks the breath right out of you. 

“I...love you...so much.” He takes the crown out of your hands and brings it up to his face to get a better look at it. “I love this so much. It’s easily the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever given me.” He places it on his head and brings you into a hug burrowing his head in your hair.

“You really like it?” You ask into his chest smiling at his reaction to it.

“Like it? Baby.” He pulls away from you and tilts your head up so you look at him. “Did you not hear me? I love it so, so much. And God, Y/n I love you so much. This is the best present I’ve ever gotten, hands down.” You smile at him and reach up to fix the crooked crown on his head. You were right with your choice of flower, the blue of the forget me nots fits perfectly with the silver of his hair. 

“It looks good on you.”

“So it’s perfect.” Peter pulls you into a kiss before pulling away completely and smiling at you.”You’re perfect.” And then Peter runs regularly over to your friends. “You guys lose, Y/n gave me the best gift! Look what my baby made me!” You blush and look at the ground as you walk back to the group. You take your seat next to Peter as he slaps Kurts hands away from the crown and starts to put it back on his head. “No touchy, laser beams!” Peter continues to rave about how much he loves it and your face just gets hotter as your smile gets bigger.

When it starts to get late Peter speeds his presents to his room while you all start to clean up. You send Scott and Kurt back to the school with the dishes while you, Jubilee, and Jean take care of the trash that was left. Peter tries to help when he comes back but you all just tell him to go back inside and that you guys could handle it. He wanted to argue but knew that it wouldn’t matter so instead he ran off to go through with an idea that’s been in his head since you first showed him the flower crown. After you tell Jean and Jubilee goodnight you head to your room with just the biggest smile on your face. You haven’t seemed to be able to stop smiling since Peter told you how much he loved your present. When you open your door Peter’s suddenly standing in front of you with a soft smile on his face as he focuses on what he’s placing on your head.

“What’s this?” You ask as you enter the room reaching up to see what he put there. Your hands come in contact with it and you take it off to reveal an absolutely imperfect perfect dandelion crown.

“A kings gotta have a queen right.” Peter shrugs, closing your door and speeding to be back in front of you. When you don’t answer immediately he starts to get insecure about it. “I know that they’re actually weeds and it’s not the best job but it’s the easiest tutorial I found and I’m no good at stuff that takes time, you know that. I figured you could just fix it up a bit and make it better.” His words come out fast and if you weren’t used to it already, you wouldn’t have comprehended what he said. You put the crown back on and slap his chest to get him to shut up.

“First off dandelions are not weeds, they just get a bad rep. Secondly everything about it is perfect, I won’t be fixing a thing. And thirdly just shut up and kiss me already.”

“Yes ma’am.” Peter pulls you to him, one hand resting on your hip and the other on the back of your neck as he brings your lips to his. Your arms snake around his neck and you play with the hair laying on the back of his neck. “Best birthday ever.” He mutters as he breaks the kiss to look you in the eyes, your foreheads leaning against one another and noses bumping into each other.