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babycakezfix · 10 months

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🍒Favorite Fics🍒

MDNI, 18+

all of the following contain smut

Last Updated: 01/30/24

*none of these are my works, just wonderful amazing fics that ive found, all credit goes to the wonderful authors, also none of the gifs are mine💋*

ps: I will continually update when I find more gold 🫶

Joel Miller

ONESHOTS

Dangerous - enimies to lovers, post breakout, slight angst, smut

Starving - strangers to lovers, smut, slight angst, post-breakout

For Science - friends to lovers, period sex, comfort/fluff

Crave - strangers to lovers, smut, sex worker reader

stranger than a stranger - manipulation, very dark joel, NONCON, perv joel, smut

patrol - caught masturbation, patrol w/ joel, smut

lazaretto - sex pollen, feral joel, !!!!NONCON!!!!

hunger - sex pollen, dubcon, after starving you and joel eat mysterious berries, slight brat!reader, age gap

healed - injured!reader, freinds to lovers, almost noncon (but joel saves reader)

one bed - smut :), stubborn joel (as always), pining (kinda)

alone and forsaken - cockwarming, hurt/comfort, horny!reader, their desperate

buzz - dbf joel, innocent (ish) reader, alcohol, smoking weed, age gap (legal)

truth or dare - dubcon!!! (but reader initiated everything), reader had a sex dream about modurn!au joel and was dared to see how far he'd go, age gap, rough, actually disgusting :)

SERIES

his favorite girl, part i - absolutely amazing, slight smutish? guitar playing joel, no outbreak au, angst

sensational; part ii - find part one on the fic, innocent reader, friends to lovers, smut, angst

Aches - perv joel (🫶), friends to lovers, innocent reader, smut

thoughts - part 2 to aches, friends to lovers, smut

monsters - enemies to lovers-ish, joel and reader clash, reader used to be innocent but now both her and joel are kinda "monsters" as the title says, but they both have a soft spot for ellie

teeth - tension finally breaks, smut, joel makes it seem like a business transaction but they are literally in love with each other <3

one thing i'm missing - literally the sweetest, most amazing joel fic out there. soft!joel, and soft!reader, they're blind, pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

feelings on fire - reader is back home from college to her extremely religious parents, joel miller is the new neighbor, corruption, age gap, inexperienced/virgin reader, joel kinda scares me in this ngl

Din Djarin

ONESHOTS

First - (a03 link) virgin din, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

where to start - virgin din (virgin din owns my heart), slight dom reader, fluffish

virgin mando - virgin din, shy din, slight dom reader, fluff

holy terrain - friends to lovers, sex pollen, clueless readrr, reader gets sex pollen, smut

sex pollen - sex pollen trope, fluff, smut

in the darkness - slight noncon? but enjoys it? smut, jedi reader, entering mandos dreams

midnight excursions - late night surprises, friends to lovers, awkward reader, smut, slight dom mando

just like that - virgin reader, dom mando, one bed kinda, fluff, smut

body heat - filth, absolutely wonderful, dom mando, its cold, basically anything by @absurdthirst is actually amazing, please read their whole ass masterlist 🙏🙏

blue crush - sex pollen, dubcon, rough, it's your birthday

gut wrenching - sex pollen (theres gonna be a lot of these), dubcon, thigh riding, kinda mean mando

chemical feelings - sex pollen (again), mando affected, slight voyeurism

heat - broken air conditioning and forced proximity

to be taken care of - drunk!mando, soft din, drunk sex, feeeelinggss

just a little taste - inexperienced!din, brothel, sex work (but not reader)

focus - telepathic reader, established situationship, slight dom!din, fantasies

cherry waves - sex pollen, affected!reader, mando lends a helping hand

cutting it close - din and reader are bounty hunting in a busy club, they cant be seen, fake dating-ish?

somno - very!dark!din, NONCON, somnophilia, alcoholic reader

one stowaway, why not two - sex pollen, bounty!reader, service top din, helmet stays on, dubcon

take good care - sex pollen, dubcon, service top din, this is so good, please read

deep into the wilderness - sex pollen, dubcon, din gets bit by a snake, desert sex (tatooine)

Frankie Morales

SERIES

pt. 1 endorphins - addict!frankie, best friend reader, (sex instead of drugs), this fic is actually so amazing

pt. 2 addicted - shower sex, masturbation

Ezra (Prospect)

ONESHOTS

sex pollen - (what did we expect guys, im obsessed) dubcon

Bucky Barnes

ONESHOTS

dry humping - sub bucky, smut

win you over - bathroom sex, pining, distractions, fake dating

try to relax - forced proximity, enimies to lovers, locked in a room for hours, weed!use, slight? dubcon cause of said weed, pining

SERIES

kneel, pray and obey - father barnes, literally unholy, smut, innocent reader

unholy sacrifice - 3some, smut, unholy, smutttt, innocent reader

Natasha Romanoff

ONESHOTS

stimulation - sub nat, nipple play, smut, fluffish, established relationship

straight a student - dom nat, smut, teacher x student

Wanda Maximoff

SERIES

cute little family - dark, daddy nat, mommy wanda, wandanat, innocent reader, smut, part 1 is linked to fic

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto

ONESHOTS

the panic of love - fluff, angst, smut, very fluffy smut, feeelinggss (ik, but its worth it). hes such a gentleman

Tate Langdon

ONESHOTS

ouija board - tate has been watching reader for awhile, she and her friends decide to use an ouija board, kinda? dubcon?, soft!tate, smut

eyeliner - pining, idiots in love, tate being a teenage boy!, he's honestly feral in this one

Jimmy Darling

ONESHOTS

i held my nose and took a drink - this fic is so good trust me, reader is hypnotist, love potion (sex pollen trope), drunk jimmy, its sex pollen so dubcon, they've always had a crush on each other

chantilly lace - virgin!reader, soft smut, the tupperware party, friends pressure reader into seeing jimmy, jimmy being so sweet so charming so amazing i love him so much. oh also prostitute!jimmy

Kyle Spencer

(these are probably all going to be franken!kyle cause he's so babygirl)

ONESHOTS

in the end of the night, i can feel your warmth - franken!kyle, primal?ish?, kyle does stuff off of instinct, praise, sweet kyle, sexual guidance/coaching

feed my frankenstein - primal!kyle, franken!kyle, stripper!reader, zoe and madison are irresponsible(in this), biting, rough smut, blood

unsupervised tablet time - kyle somehow comes across p0rn on his tablet, he comes to you for help, slight dubcon? at the start, so fluffy, the fluffiest

Kai Anderson

ONESHOTS

howlin' for you - dubcon, slight NONCON? reader is winters best friend, rough, enemies to lovers (but not really), halloween :) this one is honestly so hot

Peter Maximoff

ONESHOTS

Bitchin - smut without plot, slight public stuff, he's so babygirl

sunlight - smut, clairvoyant reader, porn with plot, virgin reader, its honestly so good, please read it

SERIES

pt 1 pt 2 honeysuckle - sex pollen (I'm so sorry its my favorite) smut, porn with plot, this is amazing, beautiful, so hot.

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urcatslitterbox · 4 months

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Kai Anderson x Gn!bunny!reader blurb

It’s my birthday so have this blurb that I wrote literally a year ago

- 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut

-𝗰𝘄: smut, praise, degrading, daddy kink, choking, unprotected sex (be safe!!), begging, *lmk if I missed anything!!*

“Thats it baby bounce on daddy’s cock” he groaned into your ear making a shiver run down your spine. You whimpered as you tried your best to keep a steady pace but it became difficult as your legs began to tire. “Is that all you got? Thought my little bunny could hop for longer” Kai laughed as he tugged on your tail making you moan and squirm. “Mm p-please daddy I-ah I can’t” you cried as you stopped bouncing. Kai groaned at the loss of friction and flipped you over before pounding into you ruthlessly. “Such a stupid bunny couldn’t even ride my cock properly” he all but growled as he gripped your neck, slamming his cock even harder. The lack of oxygen making your head go fuzzy before he let go only to tug at your sensitive ears. You moaned as he started to nip at your ear, travelling down your neck. The sensations became to much for you making you moan louder, you were sure Winter could hear you but you didn’t care it felt to good. “Fuck gonna cum please” you cried, making kai slow his thrust much to your dismay. “You wanna cum? Beg for it like the pathetic pet your are” he demanded. “P-please daddy I’ve been so good please let me cum please I need it so bad” you begged pulling at his hair to entice him into giving you what you so desperately needed. He picked up his thrust again hitting deeper than before. “Go on then cum on my fucking cock” that’s all it took, you let go around him moaning loudly. “Such a pretty bunny coming undone on my cock” he whispered and after a few more thrust he came inside you riding out his high before pulling out and watching his cum leak out of your abused hole.

#bunny!reader #kai anderson #kai ahs #kai anderson smut #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters fluff #even peters #kai x reader #ahs cult #gn!reader #x reader smut #4ppl3ju1c

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catoslvt · 8 months

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Tate Langdon x Reader

extremely short.

Unsupportive dad, so there's some angst.

Tw, smoking, family arguments.

As tate and I sit on my bed, we share the cigarette between ourselves as some random show on my TV plays, it's well past midnight and tate was due home hours ago but we always end up getting caught up in laughing fits.

That's what I love about being with tate. He brings out a side of me that nobody has in years, not even Violet.

"We need to shut up." I say through laughs as I press my fingers to his lips, only making us laugh more, but when I hear my dad coming upstairs I quickly put the cigarette out on my jumper and whisper to tate to hide under my bed, which he does, and I begin to spray my perfume to hide the reek of cigarette smoke only meer seconds before my dad barges in.

"Where is he?" My dad booms as he practically takes the door off of its hinges.

"Who?" I ask with a small laugh, motioning to my extremely empty room.

"I heard you both laughing y/n! I'm not stupid. Where is tate!?" He yells, and I just blink at him a few times.

"Dad, I don't know what you're talking about, Tate isn't here, I was laughing at the TV show. There's a laughing track on it. You must've just heard that." I argue and he shakes his head.

"I do not want you seeing tate ever! If I find out you're talking at school no matter what the situation is, I will move you y/n, he's dangerous. He will hurt you." My dad states, and I just stare at him with pure hurt.

"You can't do that. You can't just be mean about tate just because we're in a happy relationship whilst you and mom are inching closer and closer to a divorce each day!" I yell, and he walks closer to my bed pointing a stern finger in my direction.

"Do not talk to me like that! I am your father, and you'll do as I say. I hate that boy, y/n! And if I catch you with him or even have a suspicion that you two are together in any way, shape, or form, I'll storm over to his moms' house and tell her to keep her freak son away from my perfect daughter!" He screams before he walks out, slamming my door behind him, and I feel his footsteps boom down the stairs before I hear his office door slam shut. He doesn't approve of our relationship, but yet he has to sleep in his office?

"Tate, you can come out now." I whisper, and as tate climbs onto my bed, his face is now red from tears and he's sniffing slightly.

"Your dad hates me that much?" He asks as I grab his face and stare at him.

"Tate, no, it's not your fault. He thinks all of his patients are bad." I tell him as I gently stroke his face and he stares at me and shakes his head.

"He thinks I'm going to hurt you y/n, I'd never do anything to hurt you or anyone you love, you do know that, don't you?" He asks, his tears spilling more and more, and I wipe each and every one away with my fingers.

"My dad's just a prick tate. You already know this, and I know you'll never hurt me." I tell him, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

"I love you so much, y/n, you changed me." Tate promises, and I kiss him on the lips over and over until we're both laughing and smiling again, tates tears now nowhere to be seen.

"I love you too tate." I say.

#fanfic #fiction #romance #writing #wattpad #ahs hotel #ahs smut #ahs spoilers #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #american horror story #american horror murder house #tate langdon #tate x reader #tate langdon x reader #evan peters x female reader #evan peters x reader #even peters

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wandamaximoffthescarlettwitch · 8 days

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You break the rules and become a hero, I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair.

#Wanda #wanda maximoff #marvel #the scarlet witch #mommy wanda #elizabeth olsen #wanda marvel #pietro maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #x reader #aaron taylor johnson #x oc #ralph bohner #even peters #mommy Elizabeth Olsen

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nyrovie-ii · 4 months

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SMASH

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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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MaStErLiSt

Warren Lipka Fanfiction:

Whoosah baby Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Colin Zabel x OFC Fanfiction

Jesus, etc. Part 1 Part 2 - on hold

Fate part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Core memory (Fate one shot)

Kai Anderson Fanfiction

Honey Kisses

Otherworldly Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Jealousy

Stars Aligned for us.

Show me

Pink blazers & world domination

Pre-Cult Kai Anderson Fanfiction

The Girl Next Door Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#even peters #evan peters imagine #colin zabel #warren lipka x reader #warren lipka imagine #colin zabel fanfiction #kai anderson fanfiction #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x you #ahs

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Tate Langdon x Harmon!reader

Main Masterlist

(1.1k words)

You were the lesser known Harmon sibling. When your father cheated Violet took it harder than you did, or at least that's what your parents think. This is why they spent most of their focus on Violet because neither of them wanted her to be angry with them.

You were more angry with your father than your mother. You still didn't understand why or how she forgave her cheater husband but you were proud of her for how strong she was, especially after everything.

When you moved to California, you weren't very excited. A bigger house meant more space for everyone to forget about you. Now everyone still loved you, they weren't a bad family. You just received the least attention which didn't always bother you but when you met him, that's when it started to bother you.

When you got to the house, there was just something about it that didn't feel right. Then when you found out about it's history, your bad feelings not only felt true, but they amplified. You just had this gut feeling that the history of this house was alive, still active.

You met Tate on an ordinary afternoon. You were walking upstairs to your room with a bag of chips in hand. He was coming out of Violet's room when you bumped into him, causing you to drop your bag.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention," you looked up at him apologetically. You noticed that he was fairly attractive and looked about yours and Violet's age, "Who are you?"

"I'm Tate. . .a friend of Violet's. And you?" he asked you.

"I'm y/n, Violet's sister. She's a couple years younger than me," you told him. Something about him was making you nervous, but you couldn't identify if it was good nervousness, bad nervousness, or both that you were feeling.

"I didn't know she had a sister, a beautiful one at that," he quickly replied. This made you flush and look away from him.

"I get that a a lot. I'll see you later," you rushed out and fled to your room.

Since then whenever Tate would come by, he would hang out with you too. You would listen to music, play silly board games, and read books together. It didn't take you long to figure out that there were ghosts of past owners living here and that Tate was indeed a ghost.

You never mentioned to him that you knew. You just didn't think it was that important and didn't want to make it a big deal. You came to love the ghosts you encountered, anyways. You played dress up with the two little girls in the basement and bought some Nerf guns for the twins.

Lately it seemed that when Tate was here, that he spent more time with Violet than he did you. Sometimes not even seeing you at all. The only way you knew he was here was because you and Violet shared a wall so you could hear them giggling and having fun.

You were extremely jealous. You knew that you and Violet were pretty different. You also felt that everyone chose her over you and now you thought that Tate was choosing her over you. It didn't take long for you to gain feelings for the blond fluffy-haired boy, which is why you were feeling so jealous of Violet.

Tate was coming out of Violet's room, when you ambushed him. You felt bad for it, but you needed to talk to him, "Hello, Tate."

"Oh um, hey y/n. How are you?" he seemed nervous to talk to you, which kind of hurt.

"I'm doing fine, but you wouldn't know that 'cause you haven't talk to me in weeks," you crossed your arms at him. you weren't going to back down. He needed to understand how he hurt you.

"I'm sorry y/n, I've just been busy," he rushed out. It was obvious that he was hiding something from you.

"Yeah, busy hanging out with my sister. Look, I understand that you met her before me, but I really thought that we were. . .best friends," you hesitated at that because he was more than a best friend to you. You couldn't tell him that obviously.

"I have to go," he said before running off. That's all he said. You knew that he wasn't the best with dealing with emotions but you didn't think he was going to run away from you.

You stormed off to your room and went straight to bed. You were crying because you thought that for sure you lost him. He wanted Violet more than you. Eventually you fell asleep, tears staining your pillow case.

You didn't know how long you were asleep. You were awoken by soft music filling your room. It was your favorite mixtape. You also noticed that a couple candles were lit. The last thing you noticed was Tate, sitting at the edge of the bed staring at you. You sat up quickly, "What are you doing here, Tate?"

"I came to say sorry, and hopefully make you feel better. I shouldn't have run away from you earlier, I just didn't know what to tell you. I didn't mean to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you," he rambled on. He seemed even more nervous than earlier and you didn't know what to make of it.

"What's up, Tate? You can be honest with me," you told him.

"Well, the truth is that a few weeks ago I realized that I have feelings for you. I didn't really know what to do about it so I just started to avoid you. I hung out with Violet as a distraction. Violet's pretty smart 'cause she realized why I was avoiding you. She even tried to convince to act on these feelings but I've never done this before so I don't know what to do," he talked really fast. If you didn't have all of your attention on him, you would have missed something.

"Tate, you have feelings for me?" you asked him. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Not only that, I think I'm in love with you," he whispered.

You didn't know what to say so you just grabbed his face and brought it close to yours, "I think I love you too, Tate."

He moved forward the last few inches and kissed you. This was the best kiss you've ever had. He was gentle with you but also passionate, like he has been waiting for this forever.

He pushed you back to laying down, climbing in bed with you, "Does this mean that you forgive me?"

"Of course, I could never stay mad at you," you turned facing towards him. You were holding each other close by now.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up together just talking and enjoying each other's presence. You had no reason to be jealous because all of his attention was on you.

#tate langdon #american horror story #tate ahs #ahs murder house #ahs fandom #murder house #even peters #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon imagine #female reader #fanfiction

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julessxxu · 2 months

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#even peters #ahs murder house #american horror story #ahs cult #ahs coven #tate and violet #tate langdon

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musicalislife · 3 months

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I definitely watched too many American Horror Story…

#joker out #jure maček #damon baker #american horror story #tate langdon #even peters

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wettestnjaay · 1 year

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my psycho, nerdy, yandere, curly haired, subby, mommas boys, boyfriends!!

#promise ruueiiove #even peters #tate langdon #ethan landry #jack champion #jack champion x reader #evan peter x reader

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violetharmonsangels · 2 years

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#a classic #violet harmon #violate #tate lagdon #violet harmon ahs #ahs #murder house aesthetic #murder house #taissa rares #taissa farmiga #emma roberts #sarah paulson #even peters #even peters ahs #coven #ahs apocalypse

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friendlyneighborhoodcrow · 10 months

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Stolen Heart

Hello there, folks! It has been a while, haha. But I am back after my unexpected hiatus. And I am back with something slightly unexpected, a Marvel fic! X-men was kinda my first love when it comes to superhero movies, and after rewatching a few movies, that love has made a resurgence. In particular, Quicksilver! I can not express how much I adore him, so I wrote a fic. I won’t lie to you, dear reader; this is rather self-indulgent, but I tried really hard to capture the essence of Peter Maximoff.

But anyway, imagine you are a mutant working and training at Xavier’s school, and after a particular incident, you realize, you may have some more than friendly feelings for the silver hair speedster.

Mutant fem!reader (No use of y/n. plant control mutation)

Relationships: Peter Maximoff x reader

Warnings: None really, all pretty fluffy. Just good ol’ friends to lovers!

Word count: 2.5k

You had a list of problems, but currently, settled on the very top; was your best friend, Peter Maximoff. You had known Peter for years, you were closer to him than you thought possible with a friend, and maybe it was. It had been a week since your revelation, an entire week of dodging the speedster to understand what was happening. It was awful. You missed your friend and hated him at the same time. How could he be so effortlessly striking? With his silver hair, band t-shirts, silly goggles, and handsome face? It was not fair! Peter was your best friend! Why would the world curse you with feelings that crept from the deepest corners of your mind? Despite all your denial, the newly discovered truth remained, you were in love with your best friend.

The chaos of your thoughts was hard to escape, and it only worsened when you were in Peter's presence. So here you were, in the privacy of the garden. The lush vines of the garden constricted and writhed as you sat amongst them, attempting to puzzle out why your relationship had changed so suddenly. Sighing, you opened your eyes as it seemed that even your thinking place offered no answers. The plant life of the school's garden calmed and settled into its rightful places as you regained control of yourself. You thought back to the day it happened and could see it so clearly in your mind’s eye.

It was a chilly spring day, and you had a rare day off from the intensive X-Men training. It had seemed obvious that you would spend the day with Peter, the two of you often seemed joined at the hip, but recently, you had both been called on for missions separately. Now that you both had some time to relax, you agreed to visit Peter’s house to see his family and have a day away from Xavier’s school. Thinking hard, you remembered how you had felt nothing abnormal when Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and held your neck, getting ready to speed off to his Mother’s house. As you thought about the events following, you felt the flowers around you blooming and the vines once again crawling toward you.

“Peter!” Lorna called as she ran toward the both of you at the entryway of the Maximoff household. Her laughter as Peter hugged her made you smile vibrantly.

“Hey there, Lorna! Miss me?” Peter questioned his sister.

“Yeah, I did!” She had a giddy expression as she led you into the house, talking about all the recent happenings at home.

Chuckling at a comment about an incident involving missing cookies, you spotted Miss Maximoff in the kitchen. You walked in, and she stood to greet you.

“Oh, it’s nice to see you, hun! How have you been? Has Peter driven you up the wall yet?”

“It’s good to see you too! I’m doing well, a little worn out perhaps, but it’s no fault of Peter’s, Miss Maximoff.”

“How long have you known me, hun? I think we're at the point where you can call me Magda,” she looked at you almost sternly, but her facade broke as she continued,

“Well, I’m glad you’re well, but I don’t know how you can keep up with him sometimes.”

“I’m right here, you know,” Peter said, suddenly holding a stack of snack cakes.

“Alright, Mom, it’s good to see you, but we are going to the basement.”

In a flash, you were in the middle of Peter’s room, which seemed to be equal parts dragon hoard, as always. A dizzy spell set in as you clutched your head, slightly hunched over. You groaned as Peter flopped onto the couch.

“I hate when you don’t warn me, you know?”

“I don’t think you hate anything about me, hun,” he started, mocking his mother’s endearment for you.

“So what do you wanna do? We could play ping pong or maybe try to beat my high score on Pac-Man,” he said, waving a hand toward his undeniably stolen arcade machines.

“Maybe, we could go into town and-”

“How does a movie sound?” you interrupted his fast-paced string of ideas.

“Oh sure, that sounds great,” he jumped up to root through a box overflowing with VHS tapes, “Can’t believe I didn’t think of that!”

You chuckled and sat on the couch beside Peter’s now empty seat. His room had always been fascinating to you. It was like a reflection of Peter when he was a teen, filled with stolen signage, snacks, goods, and electronics, Peter’s room had a little bit of everything, and you loved it.

“How about John Dane in The Jaws of Death?” Peter said dramatically, raising his arms toward you.

“Sure,” you laughed, “But Who is John Dane?”

“No idea!” Peter told you as he readied the small television to play the movie.

As you reclined on the couch, he appeared next to you with an armload of snacks, including the cakes he had retrieved most recently. Leaning over, you grabbed a box to open as you questioned the nature of the film.

“I don’t know, it’s supposed to be a horror, but don’t worry if you get scared, my arms will be open,” he chuckled and threw you a sly smile.

“My hero.” Rolling your eyes, you broke into a bag of sugary goodness.

“Always will be!” he said in his normal upbeat tone of voice, but looking over, he sported a soft smile.

As the movie began, you settled into your seat next to Peter with a contented sigh, and he mimicked you, putting his leg up and onto the table in front of the couch.

The volume of the tense music began to rise as one of the characters slowly crept down a darkened hallway. The character, Stacy, wore a nervous expression that translated through the screen to you. Under your breath, you murmured; what a stupid idea. Peter turned to look at you, now nestled into his side and asked you to repeat what you had said.

“I said, what a stupid idea, she’s going to get herself killed!” You whisper-shouted, practically right next to Peter’s ear.

“Well, isn’t that the whole thing with half of these horror movie babes? They walk down dark hallways, and the monster gets them,” he stated like it was a fact as he looked back at the television. “But don’t worry, I’d never let that happen to you.”

“What a prince charming,” you said, “do you think I’d make it?”

“What do you mean, hun?”

“As a ‘horror movie-babe’ like you so wonderfully put it.”

“Well, you're pretty enough, but are we talking with or without the freaky plant control?”

It appeared that Peter was making a point of not looking at you now. His warm brown eyes were glued to the tv screen as Stacy jumped away from something in the dark. His leg bounced faster than average, and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he looked tense. It could be the movie, you thought. But as you absorbed his words, you felt yourself grow warm. Did he think you were pretty?

“Of course I do! I mean, who wouldn’t? You’ve got nice eyes, and you’re great to talk to and- and-” Peter trailed off as he turned to look at you.

Your face grew even warmer as he answered what you thought was just a thought. Peter’s cheeks sported a dusting of a rosy pink colour that reminded you of your flowers back at the mansion. It looked nice on him- oh man, now where were these thoughts coming from?

In silence, you stared at one another. Despite how foreign it seemed, there was no discomfort, and it almost seemed natural. Peter’s brown eyes seemed to search your face, and you were sure your own eyes did the same. Peter was your best friend, he was funny, he was always there for you, and he was handsome, you couldn’t deny it. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Maybe that’s why you found yourself learning further toward him on the worn couch. With a clear sense of trepidation, Peter inched closer to you. You were sure you’d never seen him move so slowly before. Meeting each other’s eyes-

“Oh no! Oh God, please, no!” A loud shriek ripped through Peters's basement.

Peter and you jumped back and looked at the tv, hearts racing. You started laughing suddenly as a many-toothed-monster took a comical bite out of Stacy.

“Are- are you seriously laughing? At that?” Peter said, starting to laugh as well, though the redness of his face remained.

“I- yeah, sorry, it’s just- it looks so silly, doesn’t it?” you smiled as poor Stacy continued to scream.

Peter scrutinized the screen as a broad smile began to curl up his face, “Yeah, it looks like- like ketchup!” Peter snorted as he looked back at you.

“I’m glad we spent the day together,” you expressed awkwardly.

Peter paused for a moment. He opened and closed his mouth before speaking, “I am too.”

Once the movie was over, and you said your goodbyes to Magda and Lorna, Peter sped off with you to the school. The day was waning, and the warm sunlight cast golden rays over the school. You were glad to be home. Peter told you he had to talk with Scott and quickly sped off before you could ask him why. Now alone, you walked toward the garden to mull over the day's events. The flowers were creeping up from the ground, and with a gentle wave of your hand, a vibrant bloom of wildflowers stared back at you. Plucking a sizable daisy, you examined the lovely blossom. It reminded you of the days when you, alongside your friends, would pluck the petals asking if the latest school crush liked you back. You smiled at that thought and returned to examining the flower. It had an odd amount of petals; that means he loves me, sounded a voice within your head.

At that very moment, it felt like your world changed. You wanted Peter to love you. A cascade of romantic images flooded your mind as you recoiled from the daisy, dropping it to the ground. Oh no, this isn’t good. Alone in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters garden, you realized you loved Peter Maximoff.

“Hey, are you- woah, are you okay?”

A familiar voice called your name from somewhere in the garden. Snapping your dazed eyes open, you realized a wall of flowering vines wrapped itself around you and writhed closer together with every passing second. The voice called again, muffled by the thick green ropes that twisted around you.

“Listen, we need to talk, but I can see you want to be alone,” the muffled voice said dejectedly.

Panic struck your heart as the voice registered. It was Peter! Peter was here! Quickly, you raised your hands and took a breath. With a steady mind, you lowered your hands, attempting to drive the tangling mess of plants into the ground. The Vines were slow to move, and you worried Peter would leave before the chaos of flowers and greens would disappear.

“Peter, wait!” You shouted in the direction you guessed he was in. You cursed the plant's reluctance to move and focused more of your energy on forcing them away. The plants began to shrink back more quickly, and you breathed a sigh of relief as Peter’s figure came into view.

He stood before you in his usual gear but without his typical air of confidence. He slumped forward, and his face with painted with a slight frown as he fidgeted with his hands. He met your gaze and smiled a little, but it did not seem to meet his eyes as you rose to meet him.

“Listen, I know you’ve been avoiding me recently, but I don’t know why!” Peter started as though the words leapt off his tongue.

“But you’re my best friend, and I want to be there for you, so whatever is up, you’ve just got to tell me!” He continued, and your heart twisted like the plants around you as his words circled your mind.

Despite your best attempts to evade the speedster throughout the week, he wasn’t mad, only worried for you. Before you could properly think, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. You closed your eyes and babbled something about being sorry and how he didn’t deserve your treatment.

“Hun, I know you wouldn’t just up and leave someone, even a loser like me.”

Opening your eyes and gazing at his face revealed his goofy smile, and you smiled back as you maintained your hold on Peter. I want to kiss that smiling face all the time! You thought as Peter looked at you. Your smile faded as you realized there was no going back. Peter was your best friend, but you couldn’t continue to hold onto such tangling feelings. Letting go of his sides, you pulled him down to the grass to sit opposite you.

“Peter, I’ve been thinking,” you began slowly.

“You’re my best friend, and you’ve always been there for me, and I hope I can be there for you,” you breathed unsteadily as his eyes took in your face.

“I just don’t think I can keep this inside anymore! You saw the plants, for goodness sake,” you laughed, hoping to relieve the tension that weighed down your figure.

“Listen, I-” Peter started, but you quickly interrupted him.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same and if you don’t, we can forget about all of this, but I-” You began to shake as Peter’s expression became unreadable.

“Well, I, I- I think you stole my heart.” You finished with a breath as the weight of the week lifted from you.

Silence took over the garden as Peter stared at you. You didn’t dare move for fear that he would leave. Peter didn’t move for fear that he would wake up from such a wonderful dream. After what seemed to be an eternity of stillness, Peter leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours.

You struggled to keep in a gasp as he quietly whispered for your consent. You swallowed, nodded, and met his lips in a chaste kiss. The world seemed to disappear as Peter reached an arm around you. His lips were soft, if not slightly chapped, and his arm held you loosely. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity and a second, all at once. It was soft and filled with a light that you had never felt. It was like flowers blooming. The feeling of bliss continued as he leaned away with a growing smile.

“It’s a habit of mine,” he sighed, “Besides, I always liked flowers.”

His grin became rather sly as he looked over your blushing face.

“So, how does a date sound? Maybe a bad horror movie at my place?”

“I’d like nothing more!” You laughed as Peter stood with you, leading you out of the garden, bright daisies blooming around where you had kissed, all with odd petals.

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