and i mean he like picked kurt like of all the people to do he did kurt

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Everybody Hurts Sometime by Jeff Giles
Excerpt from Newsweek interview with Michael Stipe
Newsweek, 9/26/94, Vol. 124 Issue 13, p60, 3p.

What can you tell me about “Let Me In”?
That’s a song that I wrote to Kurt Cobain after he killed himself. [Pause.] I, um…I should be able to do this without getting emotional. [Pause.] I lost a friend in October – River Phoenix was a very, very close friend of mine. And I’ve never suffered such a profound loss. I couldn’t write for five months. We had started the record in September. I’d written two songs and then River died. And, having written “Automatic for the People,” I was not about to write another record about death and loss. So it took me five months to sit down and write again. Then, halfway through making “Monster,” Kurt died. At that point, I just threw my hands up and wrote “Let Me In.”

So when you sing “Hey, let me in” – that’s you talking to Cobain?
That was me on the phone to him, desperately trying to get him out of the frame of mind he was in….In the most big- brotherly way – God, I hate that term – in the most genuine way, I wanted him to know that he didn’t need to pay attention to all this, that he was going to make it through. If R.E.M. had sold 5 million copies of “Murmur,” none of us would be alive to tell the tale. I really believe that. I’d have died with Quaaludes in my blood and a lot of Jack Daniels.

What else did you and Cobain have in common?
One of the things I think I’ve done successfully as a media figure is avoid a lot of the cliches, like the macho posing. I’ve tried really hard to blur the lines, and a lot of that does have to do with sexuality. I like fucking around with gender. I like writing songs that aren’t gender-specific. And I really felt an alliance with both Kurt and River in that both of those guys, in their respective fields, were doing the same thing.

The cliched take on your career is that, when you started out, you were very shy.
It’s not a cliche. It’s the dead truth. I was unbearably shy. And that’s part of what drew me to River. I recognized that in him. The first time I met him, his hair was completely covering his face. And I was like, “God, that was me at 22.” There’s an incredible vulnerability at the core of what River, Kurt and I do – or did.

Just before his death, Cobain said all he wanted to do was record with you. Do you know what sort of music he had in mind?
Yeah, he talked a lot about what direction he was heading in. I mean, I know what the next Nirvana recording was going to sound like. It was going to be very quiet and acoustic, with lots of stringed instruments. It was going to be an amazing fucking record, and I’m a little bit angry at him for killing himself. He and I were going to record a trial run of the album, a demo tape. It was all set up. He had a plane ticket. He had a car picking him up. And at the last minute he called and said, “I can’t come.”

Yin and Yang

Originally posted by walxx

Request: Omg can you write a peter maximoff imagine where the reader is the total opposite of him, nerdy,clumsy and likes to take things at a slower pace, maybe they like each other cause they are each other’s Ying and yang? I love your writing!

Notes: Okay, so, first Peter Maximoff fic. I’m kind of iffy on how it turned out, it was kind of hard to have everything happen so fast and all but I hope you guys like it!

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Friendly Competition [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: snow day aka seduce seb day (or i had an idea) /requests closed right now/


WARNING: Seduction…?


Mr. Shue’s idea is so…ugh. The glee club invited the Warblers to do some performances with each other. Some kind of ‘attempt to reach good terms’. You stand on stage next to Britney, arms crossed over your tight black crop top, glaring at Sebastian. “Okay, Y/N, you can present first. Is there anything you need before I leave to talk to Miss P?” Mr. Shue asks, hands on the edge of the stage.

“Why, yes, Mr. Shue, I need Sebastian…” you pat the plastic chair, “Right here.” you grin, legs moving in your leather shorts. Nodding, Mr. Shue points to the stage; the Warbler sneers, hopping on stage and plopping in the seat, crossing his arms. Shue exits and you peer at Britney and Santana, who are also in black.

The music starts; Santana begins. “What it do babyboo?” she nods at her girlfriend, rapping, “Yeah, little mama you lookin’ good, I see you wanna play with a player from the hood. Come holla at me, you got it like that, Big Snoop Dogg, with the lead Pussycat. I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna go down. Me and you, one on one, treat you like a shorty; You look at me and I look at you, I’m reachin’ for your shirt what you want me to do?” she freestyles.

You strut towards Sebastian, singing the chorus, “I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh), but you keep fronting (Uh),” you squat in front of him, rubbing your hands through your hair as Brit and Rachel sing backup. “saying what you goin’ do to me (Uh huh), but I ain’t seen nothing (Uh).”

Standing up, you stalk around him, licking your bottom lip. He shifts uncomfortably, mossy green eyes following your every move, dress slacks becoming tight. “Typical, hardly the type I fall for. I like when the physical.” you pull his striped tie, causing his arms to fall at his sides. “Don’t leave me asking for more. I’m a sexy mama (Mama).” you smirk, watching his pouty mouth open wide, “Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna). What I want to do is spring this on ya (On ya). Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya)…”

Sebastian swallows harshly, feeling your fingers run up his white button down. His dick is throbbing at the sight of your breasts in his face. Oh god…. “You been sayin’ all the right things all night long, but I can’t seem to get you over here to help take this off. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” Roughly, you push his navy blue blazer off his shoulders, making him gasp. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow. I don’t think you know…” you sing, letting the other girls sing the chorus again.

As his blazer falls to the floor, you back away, unzipping your black hoodie, exposing your crop top fully. “You say you’re a big boy, but I can’t agree. ‘Cause the love you said you had, ain’t been put on me.” you smirk, sashaying up to the snarky Warbler. “I wonder (Wonder), if I’m just too much for you. Wonder (Wonder), if my kiss don’t make you just…Wonder (Wonder) what I got next for you. What you want to do? (Do)” you ask, batting your eyelashes, hands running up his thighs.

Sebastian squirms, scoffing, eyebrows furrowing as if silently asking ‘are you kidding?’. You smirk, showing off your breasts, “Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours.” you point to yourself; his eyes darken. “I can see, just like most guys, that your game don’t please. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” you toss your hoodie of the stage. Kurt catches it, laughing. Sebastian breathes heavily when you yank him by his tie. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow, I don’t think you know…” you throw your head back, going into the chorus again as the other girls dance.

Puckering your lips, you get ready to rap, moving to the back of the chair. The Warbler groans, feeling you mess up his hair. “Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need, And let me tell you what’s crackalackin’ before I proceed.” you grab his chin, forcing his head to the side; his jaw tenses. “Ima show you where to put it at. PCD told me, yeah, I thought I saw a Pussycat.” you smirk, seeing him glare at you. “Now roll with the big dog, all six of y'all on me, now tell me how it feel babydoll. Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody, you feelin’ me?” you muse, letting of his jaw.

“Ha, ha…hot!” Britney smirks, fanning herself and pausing.

Santana laughs, leaning on her girlfriend, “Ha, ha…loosen up!”

“Ha, ha…yeah…” Rachel and Quinn say together.

You step toward the front of him, face to face, “Ha, ha…I can’t take this…” you mumble, stomping to the beat as the chorus returns.

Suddenly, he stands up, knocking the chair back with his foot. The music stops and the two of you stare at each other, making the New Directions and Warblers uncomfortable. “Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me.” Sebastian smirks, gesturing to you and him, “Let’s talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be.” The rest of the Warblers join him from below the stage as he corners you to the wall. “Let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about se-”

“Throw your clothes!” you cut him off, grabbing his arms and placing them around your waist. “On the floor!” He harmonizes, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna take my clothes off too; I made plans to be with you.” you sing together, hitting the note perfectly. Your eyelids screw shut, “Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do!”

Sebastian picks you up, ignoring the other people in the room; hands under your thighs. “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I’ll make love to you, when you want me to. And I will not let go 'till you tell me to…” he sings, eyes darting to your lips.

“Touch my body, put me on the floor… Wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed…” you hum, hands flying to his hair, “I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs all around your waist. Just a little taste. Touch my body, know you love my curves-”

Sebastian presses his lips to yours, surprising everyone. (Kurt screams in horror and Blaine covers his mouth.) You groan, tugging on his chestnut hair. The door squeaks open and  you jump down, looking at Mr. Shue entering. “Guys! You do your song yet?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes they did.” Sebastian smirks, gazing at you, “It was…electric.” he winks, picking up his blazer from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I gotta go. Can’t stand this public school smell…” he sneers, peering at you quickly before heading off stage.

Huffing, your shoulders slump. Britney touches your upper arm as the Warblers pile through the double doors. “It’s okay, Y/N, maybe you can have sex with the mean molerat another day.” she says hopefully.

Your eyes go wide, “Britney, shh!”

Size Isn’t Everything 3/4

(Yes it’s 4 chapters now)

Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog.
Chapter: 2/3  Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here
Words: ~2745 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink,

Many thousand apologies for the long delay in between chapters. Blink and weeks disappear. The final chapter should be up before the end of the week, and thanks for still reading!

forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta!

“They’re a Black Sabbath tribute band, Kurt. I think they do country versions of all the songs.” Rachel scrunched her face at him. “I think it’s supposed to be ironic.”

“Rachel, we’re in Brooklyn, of course it’s supposed to be ironic.”

The bar was much more crowded than he had expected, with probably close to 40 or 50 people filling up the small space. The stage was low, but so was the ceiling and the band were already crammed up on the tiny stage when they walked in. He and Rachel bought drinks from the bartender and perched themselves near the rear.

“Are we staying for the whole show?” Kurt asked.

“Come on Kurt, Tina and Santana have been rehearsing for two weeks. We all promised to support each other in our creative pursuits.”

Kurt held his hands up. “I’m here! I’m supporting! But I fully expect you will all be there when my show opens.”

“Of course we will.” Rachel patted him on the shoulder, nodding. “I’m going to text Santana and tell her we’re here. I don’t need her to get all pissed off thinking we didn’t show.”

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A Lost Boy Comes Out

Inspired by Darren Criss’ Billboard interview about his amazing new EP, Lost Boys Life.
Klaine, 2250 words, A03

A Lost Boy Comes Out

This headline or a variation on the theme is all over social media, as they knew it would be, but the smile on Blaine’s face when he wakes Kurt up with a kiss the next morning confirms that Blaine has done the right thing by coming out. 

As a vampire.

After Blaine shuffles off to the shower, Kurt lays back in bed, remembering the events of the night before….

*****

Kurt stands in the wings of the small theater, watching as Blaine and Cooper talk easily with the audience.  Blaine’s lovely smile is broad, and he waves his hands excitedly as he speaks about the inspiration for the new song they have just performed.   The evening was advertised as a launch of Blaine and Cooper’s new EP, and includes a variety of songs from the past ten years of Blaine’s career as a songwriter and Broadway star as well as the three new songs penned by Blaine and Cooper together. Kurt had joined him on stage for a piece from the joint album they put out last year, and for a toned down version of a song from the production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf that had been the breakout show for both of them.

But Kurt knows that this evening is more than just a celebration of the new pop project Blaine and Cooper had dreamed up late one night while playing video games.  Blaine is about to share his secret with the world, whether the audience knows it or not.

Blaine shoots Kurt a quick glance as he gets ready to sing their last song, and the nervousness is clear on his face.  Kurt gives what he hopes is an encouraging nod, and then Blaine turns back to the piano and begins the intro to Lost Boys Life.   As he sings about hotel rooms and miles to go, his face is intent on the piano, and Kurt can see how much he wants this to go right.  As Blaine gets to the chorus, he looks up at the audience, eyes wide and pleading, and Kurt’s heart clenches tight in his chest.  

I was living a lonely life until I fell for you,
I was living a lost boys life, it was all I ever knew
And every morning the sun comes up and the darkness fades away
I was living a lost boys life, it was all I had to say.

When Blaine finishes the song the audience breaks into loud applause, and everyone surges to their feet to cheer for him.  This is nothing unusual, of course, and Kurt can feel the grin spreading across his own face as he claps for Blaine from the wings.  After a moment or two he joins Blaine on stage, and the audience whoops for him as well, someone yelling out “we love you Kurt and Blaine” which causes Cooper to give them both a friendly shove.

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X- men pref. Hamilton Songs.

Originally posted by eavensmusings

I know my sister like I know my own mind
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned
He’d be mine
She would say, “I’m fine”
She’d be lying!

You forced a smile as you saw Scott kiss your sister, Jean, as she walked out of her class. It was hard being in love with your sisters boyfriend. Well, it was your fault that you were in this position that you just happened to be in. 

You met him a few months ago, he was new and a big flirt. After a few attempts of flirting with you, you introduced him to your sister Jean, knowing that it would be a chance to escape the horrible pick up lines. 

But after you got to know him more, you couldn’t deny your feelings for him. But he was already with Jean. 

You knew that you would just have to suck it up. You knew Jean better than anyone else, you knew what she struggled with, how kind and trusting she was. You knew with out a doubt that Jean would break up with Scott for you, but you couldn’t let her. It would crush your sister to give him up, to know that she’s too nice to say no. 

So you kept your emotions under control. At least my dear Jean is his. 

- Satisfied.


Originally posted by magnetosmind

An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!
He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen
Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!

You weren’t a mutant. Just a plan old human with combat skills better than the Avengers put together. No one knew of this of course, to the whole school and your boyfriend Peter, all they knew that you were a big deal and they don’t know why. 

“Mon amour,” You spoke to your boyfriend in your native language. “Stay safe.” With a simple kiss on the cheek, he sped off, ready to go on another mission with the X-Men. 

A few days later, you had been assigned to go on a mission, kill a few people who were working for HYDRA. The fight was easy, shoot a few guys, snap some necks with your thighs, the usual. It was almost amusing how easily they were to take down. 

“Y/N?” You heard a voice say, you turn around to lock eyes with your boyfriend. The moment of silence between you was odd, Peter was staring at the bodies with wide eyes. “Damn.”

- Guns and Ships


Originally posted by claracivry

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control:
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

To Kurt it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that the girl he loved, the girl who had the purest heart in the world had to die. Ever since your death, Kurt had been a mess. He locked himself in his room, refusing to see or talk to anyone. The only time anyone had seen him was at your funeral. 

“You know I use to believe that if you were good, good would happen.” Kurt told Scott, after he broke the door off. “I use to pray twice every day, go to church, help when needed. And I came her and met Y/N, and I thought ‘this is my good coming back’ because she was the most amazing person I have ever met.

And now she’s dead. She was so kind. Always letting go before her, giving away when she had none. All to die so soon. I find myself laying down at night, thinking why. Why her? She did nothing wrong. Why do bad things keep on happening to the best people?”

- History has its eyes on you


Originally posted by evanpetersxsophieturner


Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before

You were Jean’s first girlfriend, first friend, first person to make her feel valid. You found it cute as she rambled, going on and on about she read a bullshit article in the news paper. 

“I mean did they even check their facts!” She exclaimed, her voice raising a bit. “Shit!” She yelled, realizing her voice was getting louder, before apologizing. 

“Don’t,” You told her. “It’s okay, you just got a little excited. It’s fine.” 

“Are you sure? B- Because I don’t want to be like screaming in your face, I mean i just don’t get to talk a lot so an-”

You cut her off with a kiss. “It’s fine.”

- My Shot

Imagine #12 Charles Xavier - Part 2 (Request)

Requested by Anon: Hi friend! I just had a pretty cool idea for a request! Okay so, the reader was on a mission right? They got hurt and blacked out. So when they wake up at the school, they don’t remember anything about the school/their past.With young Charles please

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Not my gif

Words: 2117

Warnings: typos

A/N: So, this is part 2 and I’m still not completely sure, where I’m going with this lol. @castielandcomics asked to be tagged, let me know, if you want to as well. Oh, and also a thousand thank-yous for 400 followers oh my gOD! 

Part 1

Everyone was doing their best to make the situation as comfortable as possible for you, you could tell. And you felt really guilty about it. All these people knew who you were, told you about how you had spent the past few years with them, showed you all the things you loved about Xavier’s – or had loved – and you still didn’t feel a thing, you didn’t remember any of it. It was incredibly discouraging. Hank, the friendly scientist, who, as it turned out, was one of your close friends, said that your memory loss might just be temporarily and that, in time and with the right stimulation, you might find back to the person you had been before your injury.

“So, you didn’t get the major then? Last week?”, you addressed Jean one afternoon after class. You were sitting beneath one of the big oak trees in the schoolyard and Jean tried to explain to you what had happened on the mission that happened to be the most recent missing piece of information in your head. “No.”, she replied. “No, the professor called us back right after you blacked out. He didn’t exactly leave room for discussion.” You could tell by Jean’s voice that she didn’t at all agree with the way Professor Xavier had handled the situation, which was odd considering that she seemed to be his greatest admirer.

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You belong with me.

Could you do a quicksilver one where the reader had a really bad date and she goes the Peter to complain about it (he’s secretly in love with her) and he says that he wasn’t worth it and then he confess his feelings and fluff and stuff.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing (Just in case) | EXTREME FLUFFYNESS.

Word count: 1.5 k.


Jean introduced you to Peter when you arrived at Xavier’s, she walked you to the cafeteria and asked you to sit on her table, you were really comfortable around her because you had similar mutations, both were able to read other people’s minds; the table was already occupied by her friends, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, Jubilee and Peter, and you were a bit shy at first, but they were really kind and supportive and they became your friends a shortly after, but you shared a special bond with Peter.


You began to grow closer when he told Magneto he was his son, Erik didn’t take the news very well, he was still shocked by the death of his family back in Poland, when they started spending more time with each other, they realized they truly cared about each other, but Peter was hurt when his dad left Xavier’s, you were there for him the whole time, and he was there for you as well.


He was your best friend, the only person who could make you feel safe, his smile brightened you day like a rainbow in the middle of a storm  and you were willing to do anything to make him smile.


You knew you loved him, you loved every single detail about him, the way his eyes lit up everytime he spoke about his little sister Wanda, his sense of humor, his hugs, you loved skiping classes with him to go to the arcade, you didn’t care that he always won, but as far as you knew, he didn’t loved you back.


Of course you could sneak into his mind anytime, Jean and professor Xavier had taught you how to control your powers, but you respected Peter’s privacy, and you didn’t want to find out if he liked someone else.


That’s why you decided to go on a date, the other kids from Xavier’s were out of boundaries for you, Scott was with Jean and Kurt had a crush with another girl, Amanda, so you turned to someone you never liked.


Sam had been your neighbor back home for as long as you could remember, you weren’t close friends, when you went home for your brother’s birthday party, you met again, he was still living next door and was a senior in the local High School, he flirted with you the whole party and when he asked you out, you accepted, you had decided that was the only way to control your feelings for Peter before you screwed things up.


When you told Pete about the date, he didn’t care, in fact, he kind of ignored you for a couple days, but he sneaked you off campus anyway.


You realized things weren’t going as you had imagined them when Sam picked you and took you to a hamburger place in Manhattan, he started to brag about how much money his family had and how his father had moved influences so he could attend an Ivy League college.


Sam started to talk about his ex-girlfriends in a very disrespectful way and you started to feel uncomfortable.


When Scott broke up with Jean for a month, all he did was talk about how amazing she was, and how he hoped she’d find someone who could make her really happy, you sneaked into his mind and  learnt that he really felt that way, you wanted a guy who was respectful, not only with women, but with people in general, Sam had been extremely mean with the waiter.


You sneaked into Sam’s mind while bragged about how many football games he had won as a quarterback, and you began to feel sick as soon as you read his mind,  he saw women as objects, and he was a bully too, you had access to his memories and you were able to see scenes of him bullying kids at school, specially kids who lived more humble lives.


That’s when you decided you had to go back to School, to Peter, you didn’t care anymore about the friendzone, you just needed someone to hug, a shoulder to cry on.


Sam went to the bathroom and you walked outside the Dinner as fast as you could, you took the first cab you saw and cried in the backseat, you felt hurt, not because you had feelings for Sam, you were afraid you were never going to find someone who deserved your love, someone worth it.


As you approached the School gates after steping out of the cab, Peter appeared in front of you.


“Peter, were you spying on me?” You asked surprised, wiping away the tears.

“I wanted to make sure you arrived to your room safe.” His words cheered you up a little bit.

“Thank you Speedy, you’re the best.” You said softly, he smiled and wrapped his arms around you, making sure your neck was safe as he speed into the Manor, heading to his room.


He softly placed you on the couch as you struggled to catch your breath, it happened everytime but you’d get used to it eventually, or at least you hoped so.


“And, how was the date?” He asked as he sat next to you, you felt the color leave your skin, he noticed that and took your hand.

“It was awful Pete, he’s such a horrible person.” You shivered, tears were running down your cheeks as you told him about the horrible things you had seen in Sam’s mind.

“Y/N” He whispered, pulling you closer wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace “Don’t cry Y/NN, please, it breaks my heart seeing you like this, don’t worry, I’ll tell Scott, he’ll help me, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“No Pete, it’s not that…” You sobbed “I’m afraid, what if no one ever loves me? What if every single guy in the world is like him?”

“Y/N, first of all, you are the most beautiful human being that has ever walked this earth and you have the purest heart in the whole Universe, that jerk isn’t worth it, one day you’ll find someone who loves you as much as you do.”

“What if I love someone who doesn’t love me back?” You buried your face in Peter’s neck, still sobbing, you wanted to believe his words but you were sure you were never going to love someone as much as you loved him, but he seemed to be friendzoning you once again.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “I-I loved you”ou felt him placing a kiss on the top of your head, “I’ve always loved you, and I understand if you don’t love me back, you don’t have to, but I needed to tell you this, you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, you brighten my days like rainbows in the middle of a storm, you make me happier than Eurythmics or Pink Floyd.”


He laughed softly, you had stopped sobbing, your heart was beating so fast you were sure that if it could run, he’d outrun Peter in a race.


“You don’t have to love me back Y/N, just allow me to be a part of your life, I promise I’ll never let you down, I’ll be there whenever you need me, I’ll even be the best man at your wedding if you ever find the right guy, your kids can call me Uncle Pete and I’ll read to them before bed, I’ll help them with their homework, I’ll teach them how to play Pac Man, I’ll buy them pizza when you ground them and I’ll protect them with my life, we will go to the park, to the comic book store, we’ll have horrible family nights playing board games with Chinese takeout, I’ll cook breakfast for them everyday and if you want me to I’ll take them to school.” Peter was describing all you had imagined for your future, kids, horrible family nights, chinese takeout… “I’ll be the best uncle your kids could ever ask for Y/NN, just give me a chance, your kids will love me.”

“Our kids Peter.” You whispered to his ear, you could feel his heart beating against your chest. “Our kids, we’ll read them before bed, we’ll take them to the park, to the movies, I can teach them how to play guitar and you can teach them how to play bass, we’ll have horrible family nights with Chinese takeout and board games, but everything is going to be perfect because it’s going to be our fami…” You couldn’t finish the sentence because Peter had pressed his lips against yours, kissing you in the sweetest way possible.


“I love you Peter, and I will love you forever.” You smiled, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly, you kissed his lips, his cheeks, his nose and his forehead, playing with his hair, while he whispered he loved you over and over again, but you were sure you were never going to get tired of those three words coming out of his mouth.

Free Hugs (Fluffy Klaine story for Klaine Friday)

Kurt wasn’t much given to cursing, but now he did. At length. And loudly.

His class had run late, and as a consequence, he’d missed his bus to the train station, leaving him no other option than to walk there.

It was raining cats and dogs, and a violent gust of wind had ruined his umbrella. By the time he reached the train station, he was soaked through and his perfectly styled hair was reduced to a flat mess that made his bangs flop into his eyes annoyingly.

To top all that off, a taxi had just driven past him at full speed, hitting a puddle and splashing muddy water all over his new Marc Jacobs pants.

He shivered and hurried towards the station entrance, thinking longingly of coffee and maybe a bagel to go with it, as he‘d had to skip lunch because he had a tutoring session with a freshman. His stomach rumbled in agreement with these thoughts, but he wouldn’t have the time. His train was scheduled to leave in four minutes exactly, on platform twelve, so he had to run all the way through the station.

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Title: By Choice (Part One)
Word Count: 5.5K+
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader
Summary: Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world.  
Warnings: None except the tiniest mention of the origin of Kurt’s scars.
A/N: Oh man… this was supposed to be a 2K words story at most but I went overboard, like… really bad, and now I had to split it up in parts. It’s my first story here and I’m freaking out, because it’s a little all over the place. So, if you can tell me what you think about it it would be awesome! Also, English is my second language, so forgive me if I make mistakes (and point them out if you want to, I love learning). As the story progresses, it will include some headcanons [x x x] (or variations of them) that I sent to @shayara. Also, the summary isn’t just for Part One, it’s for the whole story.


It was no secret that Kurt Wagner’s life hadn’t been an easy one. As a child– even though there were many things he just couldn’t remember anymore– he had been despised by the community he should’ve been a part of, who believed him to be a demon that was supposed to be to feared. It hadn’t been easy to spend so much time hiding, terrified of what people would do to him if they ever found out where he was.

But hard as it had been– and by what he swore was the will of God– his life had been blessed by the circus. The circus was the biggest, most important part of Kurt’s life. In there, he found a family: people who accepted him and treated him as their equal. In the circus, he shone. He was The Incredible Nightcrawler, the best acrobat they had ever seen. People admired him and his unbelievable talent for acrobatics– even if they didn’t know that the way he looked on every performance wasn’t a costume, but his own flesh. And yet it didn’t matter, because to Kurt, hiding his true self was worth it when he saw the excited faces of the audience every time he performed.

However, it hadn’t been all good moments that would turn into happy memories. The scars he had inflicted on his own skin were a testament of that. 

One for every sin.

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Imagine: Kurt being the only person who can calm you down during a panic attack

Kurt Wagner x Mutant!Reader

Word Count: 2,110

Mutation: Electricity Manipulation

Warning: Anxiety, Panic Attack

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Professor Xavier swiveled around in his wheelchair upon hearing Hank McCoy clear his throat from behind him. Charles looked at Hank, who raised his eyebrows and gave the professor a stiff jerk of the head to indicate that Hank needed him promptly. Probably had something to do with the X-Men, the elite group of mutants you had been recruited to fight for. Ever since Apocalypse, you’ve been training with all your friends to save the world. 

Charles turned back to the class, most of which was still writing madly on sheets of notebook paper, trying to keep up the professor’s detailed lessons. He began to speak. “Alright, your assignment tonight will be to read all of chapters fifteen and sixteen and to do a detailed write up on them”–he didn’t wait to hear the disappointed groans ring through the room–”Due tomorrow. Class dismissed.” 

You stood, picking up your large and very overwhelming stack of about four binders and two textbooks. You held the stack tightly to your chest due to fear of the loose-leaf sheets of paper getting free and fluttering to the ground. Class with Charles, where he taught basic genetics over time, was your last class of the day, which meant it was time to begin homework. 

You almost groaned, when the sound of pounding footsteps registered. Jubilee, one of your best and first friends you’d made at the mansion, shouted from behind you. “Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”–Jubilee was by your side in a moment–”Hey, are you going to the movies with us tonight?”

“Um, who’s us?” You replied without thinking, mentally cursing yourself for doing so. You had no intentions of going. The amount of homework you had just from Professor Xavier’s class alone was enough to keep you busy for at least two hours, not to mention all of your other classes. 

Hank McCoy, who had just recently become a teacher, didn’t exactly know how to take it easy on you either. You felt like you were drowning, a symptom you often felt when your anxiety kicked in, which it liked to do when things piled on top of you, figuratively and, as you recently discovered during the fight with Apocalypse, literally. You also knew Kurt Wagner had a special gift when it came to calming you down; he was the only one who could.

“Me, Scott, Jean, Peter, Kurt, and, hopefully, you!” Jubilee said, listing off all the people that had agreed to go to her movie outing. You had sort of begun to zone out when the last name caught your attention. Kurt said he was going. You felt confused and couldn’t help feeling a little betrayed. Kurt had promised to help you study for your anatomy course taught by Miss Schrink. You both had a test on Friday and it was already Wednesday. You’d, in your opinion, wasted enough time as it was. 

“Wait, Kurt’s going?”–you mused under your breath–“He told me he was going to help me study,” you didn’t know what to think and, frankly, it was help your anxiety much. You were already stressed about your anatomy test, genetics homework, chemistry project. You couldn’t afford to be worrying about Kurt trying to be in multiple places at once, but there you were, making a big fuss about nothing. You didn’t want to read too much into it, but you did, against your will. You had been hurt enough times. But Kurt isn’t like them, you always told yourself. And it always worked.  

“Oh. Maybe he forgot?”–apparently, Jubilee had heard you–“Don’t read too much into it. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it,” Jubilee did her best to comfort you, which actually did some good. You agreed with her word. The German boy you had grown to care so much wouldn’t hurt anyone, not on purpose. His compassion and kindness ran deep and naturally, unlike you, who had to make a conscious effort to be half as nice as Kurt was. That was one of the things you so loved about him and the list was very, very long. Jubilee, yet again, pulled you out of your thoughts. “So, you gonna come?”

“I’m sorry, Jubi, I really can’t. I am drowning in homework and not just Professor Xavier’s assignment,” you replied in as soft a voice as you could, laughing slightly at the end of your phrase. It wasn’t necessarily an excuse, considering excuses are typically lies. You were drowning in homework and you’d just found out you would be studying for the anatomy test alone, so you also had to make flash cards and things so it would be easier to quiz yourself. Jubilee frowned, realized she was frowning, and smiled slightly.  

“No, no, it’s fine. I totally get it,” Jubilee shrugged. You couldn’t tell if she was doing an extremely good job keeping the disappointment out of her voice, or if she was actually cool with you skipping out on the movie. You’d totally forgotten all about it and sort of wondered how long it had been planned. But, then you remembered that Jubilee was involved and almost all of her plans are spontaneous. She smiles. “Good luck with your homework.”

“Thanks, Jubi,” you replied, returning her gracious smile. You both turned in different directions and started to walk away when a thought occurred to you. You had to talk to Kurt. You didn’t even feel mad that he told you he would study and told Jubilee that he would go to the group movie. You just wanted to clear it up to get a better understand of what exactly it was he planned on doing tonight. Whatever he wound up choosing was fine by you. You turned back and called after the girl in the yellow jacket. “Hey, if you see Kurt, will you send him my way?”

“Sure,” Jubilee answer your question and turned back around to walk. You watched her for a moment before turning back around, hoisting you books back up to a more comfortable position, and started making your way back to your room. You had already begun running through the list of things you had to do tonight when Jubilee’s voice rang through the hallway again, causing you to turn back around to listen. “Will you help me on my write up tomorrow morning?”

You were confused. Professor Xavier assigned the project for tonight, making it due tomorrow. And it was a lot of work to do as well. It wasn’t like you could skim the pages and write a few sentences on the very little you did read. That wasn’t at all how this assignment was going to go down. You tilted your head at the flamboyant mutant who was living life almost the same way Peter was; second to second with no regard for the future. You began. “Tomorrow morning? It’s due tomorrow!”

“I know. I’m going to the movies instead”–Jubilee’s shoulders bobbed up and down and her voice was nonchalant–“I’ll tell your boyfriend to go to your room if I see him,” she winked at your rosy cheeks and tossed her hair over her shoulder, leaving you in the hallway at last. You laughed a little bit and turned to finally make your way to your dorm, as you’d been attempting to for a while now. 

You kicked the door open to your room after struggling for a while to get the thing open. You closed your eyes, channeling your mutation through your veins and, once you opened your eyes, the light was on, along with the lamp on your desk. You tossed your books, which seemed to get heavier the longer you held them, on your bed and watched them as they spread and slid around, no longer bound to each other by your arms. Looking at all the work you had to do made your heartbeat increase. 

“Oh my God”–you clapped a hand to your forehead–“I’m never gonna get done and then I’m going to fail and then I won’t be able to be in the X-Men anymore. Oh my God,” you mumbled quickly. That’s when you felt the contraction in your chest and the lack of air flowing. Dear God, please not right now. The lights around you began to flicker and the noise of electricity accompanied them. You felt as it became increasingly harder to breathe. You tried to stop it, but your efforts were futile. 

You were prone to anxiety and had been having panic attacks since you were young. Many people thought that is was the stress that you felt when you had to tell your parents about your mutation. That was your first, of many, panic attacks. Your parents didn’t react well, which just made t worse for you too. Charles says that childhood trauma can often lead to the development of mental diseases you wouldn’t otherwise have. You think the confrontation with your parents was what contributed to your anxiety. 

You struggled to move air and walk back, back, back until you hit the wall. You slid down the wall, struggling to breathe and trying to regain control of your body and your emotions. It was hard because your emotions were always so electric that it was hard to keep them under control. One of your palms laid flat on you chest and the other arm was wrapped around your knees, which were curled into your stomach. You focused on breathing, but it was no use. You needed Kurt. 

“Y/N? Jubilee said you ver looking for–,” the door clicked open and, as if on cue, Kurt began to enter your room. You were flooded with relief and you knew that you could not yell out to him, but he would find you. That you knew. He would always find you. His voice cut short when he saw you against the wall and his face dropped. His body sprang into action and he was on his knees in a second, gathering you into his arms. “Oh, Y/N! It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here now. Hush, hush.”

Kurt then began to sing a German lullaby that he knew from when he was a child. His prehensile tail wrapped around your waist and his arms cradled you as he sang. It always worked. Slowly, but surely, you began to calm down, regain control of your breath and body. Everything reset like none of it had ever happened and you were grateful for that fact. But most of all, you were grateful for the blue, German boy that was by your side every time it happened and didn’t leave until it was over. Kurt began babbling. “I’m sorry for not being here sooner. If I had known then I would’ve–.”

You had the idea that his apology came more from the fact that he had been on his way here to tell you that he was sorry for the mix up about the movie and studying for anatomy. He didn’t know you weren’t mad at him and that saddened you. That’s when you realized that Kurt my have thought that that minor issue was the source of your panic attack. You cut him off with soft, gravelly words. “No, Kurt, you’re here. You came when I needed you. Thank you for being here when I needed you.”

Kurt just studied you. Stared at you. His yellow eyes flitted over every part of your face, taking in every detail line he was seeing you for the first time. Every time he looked at you, it was like the first time. Your heart raced and not because you were about to have a panic attack. You were gazing into the face, the eyes, of a man you loved so much, not even Charles could dig it out of your head. Nobody understood except the two of you, and you and Kurt were both very okay with that. Kurt’s voice was like music. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kurt,” you replied. Everything with him felt like the first time. Looking at him, touching him, hugging him. Everything. Not a day went by when a thought occurred to you that someday, your love would grow old and you would both be tired. You never could be. Your love was new and fresh every day and you felt alive when you were with him. Kurt bent down and his lips met yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. And it felt like the first time.

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Imagine requested by @browncoatforever

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Valentine’s Mystery - Sebastian Smythe

Ok I know I promised to update Arrow Cave but I had this vision today while I was resting cause I’m sick and sore as hell and I really wanted to do it. I’ve never had a Valentine and we don’t really celebrate it all that much down here and my parents don’t do anything for the day so whenever I get the chance to write about it, I take that chance, seeing as I probably will never celebrate it #foreveralone

The day had started like any another, I had gotten up ridiculously early to finish the homework I had fallen asleep on last night, followed by singing in the shower and my usual routine of curling my hair and applying a thin layer of makeup. My morning schedule was pretty much the same every single day and there were very few instances that it would change, those instances being my birthday or during the holidays when there was no need to look presentable for whatever reason. So as per usual, I trudged down stairs, still in my pyjamas, and shuffled into the kitchen, giving both parents a peck on the cheek and pouring myself a glass of OJ.
“So peeps, what the plan for the night? You lovebirds going out for a nice dinner?” I asked, bringing the cup to my lips, peering over the edge at my amused parents.
“Actually we were just going to stay in this time. Spend the night with our favourite daughter,” my mum grinned, squeezing my cheeks affectionately. I swatted her hands away, pushing her back towards the stove where she was no doubt making heart shaped pancakes for me.
“I’d like to remind you that I’m your only child, and you really don’t need to worry about me. Dominos always has cheaper pizza’s on Valentines Day and Netflix is bound to be playing some sort of rom-com that’ll keep me satisfied,” I smiled, thinking over my romantic plans for one.
“That’s really depressing,” my dad joked, glancing up from the paper he was currently reading.
“That is what single people do dad,” I rolled my eyes, taking my pancake filled plate from my mum and waltzing over to the dining table, stopping short. “Which one of you is trying to make me feel better?”
“What are you talking about dear?” my mum asked, raising her brows.
“There’s a rose on the table,” I placed my plate down, picking the beautiful flower up delicately, turning to face my confused parents.
“Neither of us did it. That was there when I came down,” my dad shrugged his shoulders, joining me at the table with his own plate of fluffy goodness.
“Oh my, maybe you have a secret admirer!” mum squealed, clapping her hands excitedly like a love sick seal.
“How the bloody hell did it get in here?” I raised my brow, suddenly scared for my safety.
“It’s probably one of your friends. They know how lonely you get and probably just want to cheer you up,” my dad reasoned, always the smart one of the family.
“You’re probably right,” I nodded, placing the rose down next to me, going through a list in my head of who could have got it here without me noticing.
“Y’all are such party-poopers,” my mum frowned. She’s always had this idea in my head that one day I’ll be swept up off my feet by the ‘man of my dreams’ and be whisked away to his mansion and live happily ever after. She watches too many Disney movies, as you can probably tell.
“Of course we are darling,” my dad simply agreed, not wanting to make my mum upset anymore. God, sometimes their love is too sickening. We sat in silence for the next few moments, the only sound being the radio that was softly playing some sort of love song in the background and the clinking of cutlery on our plates.
“Well that was filling, I’m gonna get the ready now,” I smiled, placing my dishes in the sink before rushing upstairs and away my from mums disapproving gaze. I bolted straight in my wardrobe, running around like a goose with its head chopped off, trying to find the perfect outfit. Something that says ‘I’m single and I don’t care’. I finally settled on a deep red crop top with acid wash high waisted shorts, my favourite white hightop converse and a cream cardigan. Once I was dressed and looking presentable, I slung my bag over my shoulder, filled with the essentials (phone, earphones, wallet, books, makeup, food) and skipped out of my room, eager to start the day. Before walking out the door, I made the split decision to grab the rose and take it to school with me, eager to find out which one of my lovey dovey friends have given it to me.
“Have a nice day dear,” my mum called from her bedroom, me yelling a “you too” back at her before closing the front door. Seeing as both my parents worked incredible jobs, we could afford to have plenty of nice things. I hated taking advantage of that fact, but when it came to my car, I wouldn’t trade it in for anything. I had started of just driving either one of my parents’ car (with them in it of course), but for my 17th birthday, they had decided that because I was relatively a safe driver, they would get me my own car, and boy did they deliver. They had gotten me a brand new Audi TT Coupé in a gorgeous black with leather interior. This car was my pride and joy and pretty much no one was allowed to drive it, apart from myself (and occasionally my parents). I marvelled at my baby for a few moments before deciding that I didn’t want to be any later to school that necessary, so I made my way to my car, opening my door and preparing to get it, stopping short not a second later. On my drivers seat was yet another red rose, this time with a note attached. I picked it up and slid into my car, opting to read the note in private rather than alert my mum that there was another rose. Scribbled on the small card was ‘take us to school to find the rest’, obviously meaning both of the flowers I had found this morning. I was beginning to wonder who this person was and how they had access to my house AND my car. Shaking off my worry, I placed both roses delicately into my bag before beginning the short yet tedious journey to William Mckinley High. After 10 minutes of loud singing to Beyoncé and several strange looks from parents going to work, I finally arrived at school. I opened the door, checking to make sure I had everything (seriously though, you won’t believe how many times I’ve left like a note or my laptop or my keys or something in the car. It’s honestly ridiculous) before getting out and locking my baby.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna give it a smooch?” a teasing voice sounded behind me, making me roll my eyes.
“Haha very funny. You should become a comedian,” I teased, lightly shoving Blaine. He simply grinned, linking arms with me and tugging me into school, babbling on about all the romantic plans he had set up for him and Kurt this evening, asking for my input every now and then.
“So what about you? What are you plans Ms Single?” he asked, opening his locker and rifling through the mess, searching for god knows what.
“Cheap pizza and Netflix,” I answered, laughing at the disapproving glare I received. “It’s not my fault I’m too fabulous for all these guys!” I flicked my hair mockingly, earning a playful shove in return.
“You live a depressing life,” a new voice piped up, making me turn around in shock.
“Bloody hell, what is with you people and sneaking up on me,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Awww you look so cute like that,” Kurt cooed, placing a kiss on my cheek. I rolled my eyes, linking arms with both of my best friends and pulling them to the office, needing to pick up some new textbooks.
“Hi Dorothy, I’m here to get some books,” I smiled sweetly at the older lady sitting behind the desk, mentally cooing at how adorable she was.
“Oh yes, there right here. This came in for you as well. I had no idea who it’s from.” she handed me my books and yet another rose, no note like the first.
“Thanks,” I yelled, already halfway out the door with the two boyfriends running after me to get an explanation.
“Oh my god do you have a secret admirer!”
“Who do I need to kill!”
“Ok first off it’s not a secret admirer Kurt, I actually thought it was one of you guys, and secondly Blaine, you can’t even kill a spider let alone a human,” I scoffed, placing the third rose safely inside my bag and leaning against my locker, books still in my arms.
“Three roses? Wow, someone really likes you,” Kurt gasped, leaning against Blaine for support.
“It’s probably just one of the glee kids playing a prank,” I shrugged, twisting the lock to open my locker door.
“No one would buy three extremely expensive roses just as a joke,” Blaine pointed out, beginning to fangirl much like his boyfriend. I sighed, opening my door and finding yet another flower tucked inside with a note on my door. Kurt managed to rip it off before I had the chance to grab it, eyes scanning the paper.
“OH MY GOD! I can’t! This is too cute!” he squealed, jumping up and down, effectively grabbing the attention of the entire hallway.
“What does it say?” I asked, taking the note from his hands and reading it for myself. ‘4 roses. 4 letters.’
“Oh wow,” I whistled, knowing exactly what the note had meant.
“We need to start creating a list of who the possible admirers could be. I need to set my honeybun up with somebody,” Kurt continued to babble about the roses, saying something along the lines of ‘its so cute’ and ‘I wonder who it is’ among the gibberish. I simply placed the note and the rose in my bag with the others, picking out the books I needed and walked to class, following the happy couple close behind, lost in my own thoughts.

PC and first class went by quickly with no other random flowers, making me curious as to when the next one would pop up, if there even was another. I was walking to class with Brittany, listening to her go on about how she didn’t need a man and how she made herself happy and all that crap, but I wasn’t really paying attention. We walked into the science rooms, giggling about some failed romantic declaration we had just passed in the hallway, only to stop short. On my chair was a large brown bear, holding a rose in-between its paws.
“That’s cute,” Brittany stated, taking the seat next to mine and stroking the bear, murmuring about how soft it was. I blushed, quickly putting the rose in my bag and tucking the bear under my table for the time being, receiving plenty of weird looks. “Who’s it from?”
“I have no idea. I’ve been getting roses all day, first at my house and now here. It’s really strange,” I muttered, spotting the card tucked neatly into the bears bow around its neck. I pulled it out, glancing at it subtly, not wanting the teacher to know that I wasn’t paying attention. On it was 5 simply letters, ‘I L Y V M’  and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it stood for.
“Miss Y/L/N, is there something you would like to add to the conversation?” my teacher asked, making my snap my head up, shaking it furiously.
“No Sir, sorry,” I flushed, tucking the note inside my pocket and away from the sight of any prying eyes.
“Pay attention to the less. I would hate to see you in detention,” he glared, turning back around to face the board. I sat in silence for the rest of the lesson, scribbling down note but still thinking about the flowers, going through a mental list of who could be giving them to me. The bell broke my from my thoughts, making me pack up my things and head to my next class, wanting to get there as soon as possible so I could catch Kurt up. I sat down at the back, placing my things on my desk and the bear behind me and waiting for the fashionista to walk in the room, always late. He finally rushed in, taking his seat and looking at me expectantly.
“There’s a giant bear behind you,” he pointed out, looking at it with heart eyes.
“I know, it was on my seat in science along with another rose and note,” I huffed, avoiding looking at the rest of my curious classmates.
“Seriously, this is the cutest thing I have ever seen,” he gushed, making me roll my eyes.
“I have no idea who the hell is doing this, but it’s getting really strange,” I whispered, beginning to quieten down since the teacher had arrived. She began her boring lesson on how Shakespeare was one of the most prominent persons in our history, effectively making the entire class fall asleep. I had just begun to doze off before there was a knock on the classroom door, making everyone immediately glance that way. In walked a freshmen, holding something behind his back.
“Umm is there a,” he looked at his hand “Y/N Y/L/N in here?” he asked, glancing around nervously. Everyone turned around and looked at me, giving away my location. The boy shuffled forward, handing me the rose and a note before leaving class. Everyone began whispering excitedly, staring at the rose in my hand.
“What’s the note say?” someone asked, making me blink. I glanced down, scanning over it quickly before turning a bright red.
“Leave Y/N alone everyone,” the teacher came to my aid, making everyone groan and turn around, the only person looking at me being Kurt. I simply handed him the note, placing the 6th rose in my bag.
‘I want to be yours.’
“Whoever this person is, I don’t think they’re playing a joke,” he muttered, sliding it back onto my desk. I nodded, placing it in my folder and continuing on with my work, noticing all the strange looks my classmates were giving me. I attempted to ignore them for the rest of class and tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was quite hard when everyone was whispering about what had just happened. I knew that in a few short minutes, this would be circling around the school and become the latest gossip. The bell rang, signalling the end of English and the start of something much worse… Lunch. I reluctantly packed up my things, trying to delay being in the watchful eye of all the other students as much as I could.
“Come on, stop procrastinating. You need to get out there and face the world,” Kurt grinned, handing me the bear and taking my free hand, pulling me out of the classroom and down towards our lockers. Every step we took, I could feel the strange looks I was receiving, some people even making outright comments.

“Why has she got that bear?”
“Did you hear what happened in English?”
“Who would ever like her?”

I tried to block all of the haters, opting to listen to Kurt’s never ending babble, letting him drag me to my locker. He continued to talk whilst I opened up my locker, stopping when he saw the next rose in there.
“I swear to god, how is this person getting into my locker!” I huffed, quickly depositing it in my bag before changing my books around, hoping that nobody saw the 7th flower for the day.
“Maybe it’s someone that’s like really close to you and you just haven’t realised,” Kurt hummed, thinking about the possible candidates.
“Well whoever it is has a lot to answer for,” I sighed, picking up the bear and walking towards the cafeteria, getting in line with Kurt right behind me. We spoke quietly for the next few moments, voicing our suggestions on who we thought the mystery culprit was before I was finally served.
“Can I just get a caesar salad and a water please?” I handed the lunch lady my money, not really paying all that much attention. She got my food for me and handed me my tray, smiling suspiciously.
“Oh my god,” Kurt mumbled, making me look at him in confusion. He pointed at the food tray, making me glance down and gasp. There, lying on the tray, was the 8th rose, again with a note. I thanked the lady, rushing off to our usual table, struggling with the combined weight of the teddy, my food and my bag.
“So how many is that?” Blaine asked when he saw me, noticing the flower resting on the tray.
“It’s the fucking 8th rose. Who the bloody hell is doing this?” I almost screamed, frustration evident in my voice.
“I dunno, but whoever it is, obviously likes you enough to spend that much money,” he mused, smiling at the thought. I rolled my eyes, knowing it was pointless to talk to my best friends about this, seeing as they were both love sick fools.
“What on earth are you doing with a bear?” a new voice piped up, making me flush.
“Y/N has a secret admirer,” another voiced added one, making me groan in embarrassment.
“Is that a rose?” someone else asked.
“She’s got another 7 in her bag,” Kurt answered, taking his seat next to his smiling boyfriend.
“This is ridiculous. If its one of you idiots fess up now,” I huffed, glaring at all my friends sat around me. Brittany was busy playing with the bear, Klaine were holding their hands up in defence, Santana was raising her perfectly plucked brows and Rachel just looked annoyed.
“It’s not any of us,” Santana finally spoke, picking up the note attached to the last rose. She scanned it for a moment, chuckling slightly. “Whoever it is really likes you.” She handed it back to me, opting to eat her food rather than contribute to the conversation. I read over the note, smiling slightly.
‘You were 8 when you moved here, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better.’
I put the note in my bag with the others, jointing the conversation at hand and avoiding Kurt’s inquisitive gaze. He can be such a nosy little shit when he wants to be, and I know he wants to find out who this person is even more than I do. But alas, lunch ended and so did my time with my best friends. I threw away the remainder of my food, allowing Brittany to carry my bear to our next class, which happened to be gym. Nothing could possibly go wrong in gym, or so I hoped. We deposited our belongings in the locker room and had gotten change fairly quickly, now sitting on the benches outside.
“So what’s it like having a secret admirer?” she asked, beginning to braid my hair.
“It’s strange. I mean, it could literally be anyone at this school. It could be Ben for all we know,” I screwed my face up, trying to get that image out of my head.
“I think it’s sweet. I would give anything for someone to do that for me…” she sighed, hands faltering in my hair.
“I’ll do it for your birthday if you want me to,” I smiled, making her immediately brighten up. She happily chatted for the rest of class, continuously braiding and unbraiding my hair, seemingly content with what she was doing. I let her talk, tuning in and out of the conversation and adding a comment when it was needed. It was only when coach blew her whistle that we stopped. Brit helped me up from the floor, linking her arm with mine and leading me back to the change rooms, talking adamantly.
“Y/N?” a timid voice spoke, making me stop walking and look towards the gym doors. Everyone else stopped as well, wanting to see what a freshman would want with a senior like me.
“Um, yes?” I asked, slowly walking towards her. She rushed forward, handing me a rose before running out of the building, not wanting to be there any longer than she needed to be. I sighed, stomping off to the gym rooms and tucking it into my bag, slightly annoyed that it happened in front of everyone again but still quite happy considering someone was putting a lot of effort into the gesture. I quickly got dressed, running out of the change rooms with my book bag smacking against my leg and the bear tucked under my arm, trying to get away from the, once again, strange looks I was receiving. I stood in front of Blaine’s class, anxiously tapping my foot. He finally emerged, laughing at something some student had said before I roughly pulled him away, running towards the glee rooms in hope of some privacy.
“Woah what the hell?” he squeaked, narrowly missing bashing into a sophomore.
“9. There’s been 9 mother fucking rose and I still don’t know who it is!” I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
“Ok, ok calm down. I know how annoying this must be. But just think, at the end of the day this person will probably appear and sweep you away on a romantic date and that’ll be the end of the mystery,” he soothed, pulling me in for hug. I huffed, groaning into his shoulder in annoyance. “Come on let’s get to practice. You know Mr Schue will kill us if were late again.” And with that we were off, fast walking to the music room. We burst into the room, giggling like teenager girls until we noticed the silence.
“Uh, sorry we’re late?” I tried, hoping that someone would speak. Kurt looked at me nervously, glancing down at the seat of my chair next to him. “I swear to Jesus, if that’s another rose I’ll kill someone.” Everyone immediately shuffled away, revealing that there was indeed a single red rose sat on my chair, this one with a note. I breathed deeply, walking over to it and picking it up, sitting down in the spot it was previously in.
“This is insanity,” Rachel finally spoke, breaking the awkward tension in the room.
“You’re telling me,” I mumbled, reading over the note.
‘You must be going crazy right about now.’
“Does anyone know who it is?” Mercedes piped up, eyes flickering between my face and the flower in my lap. I shrugged, not having any idea as to who it could be.
“Alright, enough of this flower talk,” Mr Schue cut in, making everyone turn to the front. The time went by fast and soon enough it was time for the last period of the day; soccer practice. A lot of people just did normal academic class but for those wanting to possibly get a sport scholarship, we were allowed to do a sport during last period, and I had chosen soccer, seeing as it was a long time hobby of mine. I knew that nothing could go wrong during this lesson, so I set about getting changed into my uniform and started doing laps, opting to spend most of the time running rather than dicking around like everyone else seemed to do.

*~ skip to the end of practice because I’m lazy and this is already long enough ~*

I let out a puff of air, finally getting my breathing under control. I had spent pretty much the entire lesson running around the field, content to listen to my music and jog. I wiped my forehead with a towel, beginning to gather up my things to go and have a shower. It was then that I saw it. The 11th rose, tucked safely into my sports bag, no note this time. I rolled my eyes, rushing to put it with the rest of the flowers before stripping off and showering, softly singing to pass the time. Once I was free of sweat, I turned the shower off, drying myself off and changing back into my regular clothes, shoving the sweaty ones into my locker. I’ll come back tomorrow and take them home to wash but for now, I had way too many things to worry about. I gathered up my bag full of roses and the teddy bear and headed out, eager to get home and sleep. I waited outside Klaine’s class until the bell went, lightly tapping my foot against the wall to pass time. The ear piercing bell finally sounded, signalling the end of the school day and the end of my misery. I avoided the rush of the students, waiting patiently for my favourite couple to emerge from their class. When they finally did, they were smiling brightly, linking arms with me and happily skipping towards the front doors.
“What’s got you two in a good mood?” I asked, immediately regretting asking.
“Well schools over and now we get to properly celebrate,” Blaine sighed, making heart eyes at his equally excited boyfriend. I screwed my face up, knowing exactly what they meant by ‘celebrate’.
“TMI,” I muttered, hearing them both laugh in response. They pushed open the doors, following the crowd of students that were just as excited to leave. It was then that I saw him, smiling cutely at top of the steps, coffee in one hand and the final rose in his other, holding it out for me to take.

“Bloody hell I totally knew it was him!”
“You owe me 20 bucks!”
“Why didn’t we think of him?”

I barely heard my friends commenting things behind me, already halfway towards the grinning boy.
“Hey,” he whispered, handing me the flower, chuckling slightly at the bear tucked underneath my arm.
“After all this, all you have to say is hey?” I raised my brow, looking up at the smug looking boy. He shrugged, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“I see you got my gifts,” he gestured to the bear, making me scoff slightly.
“You were driving me mad. I couldn’t figure out who it was,” I shook my head, looking down at my converse clad feet.
“Are you happy it was me?” he asked nervously, biting his lower lip. I stared at him for a moment, my lips beginning to turn up into a smile.
“I couldn’t think of a better person,” I finally said, throwing my arms around his middle, not being tall enough to reach anywhere else. He let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around me and holding me for a moment, warmth making me smile even wider. “Thank you Sebastian. You’ve truly made this the best day ever.”

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I Like you ( Scott Summers X READER )

Title: I like you
Rating: K (No cursing)
Warnings: You’re an awkward, shy girl whose embarrassed easily (I know some people are annoyed by those type of female characters so.)
Word Count: 1806
Summary: You’re outside hanging with your friends when everyone decides to gang up on you and tell Scott you like him.

If there was any single word to describe you, it’d be clumsy. Most people around you would agree that you’re probably the most clumsiest person in the world saying how you have the ability to fall over basically nothing. You’d be walking down the hall when all of sudden you’d find yourself face down into the hard, rough floor of the X-mansion only to see there was nothing or anybody there. Some of your fellow students would joke that you were a mutant and say that you’re mutation was pure clumsiness, making you slightly self conscious. It was never fun when you fell or dropped stuff out of the blue; not because of the pain, but because of the embarrassment and laughter that would follow after.  

Being bullied since a kid, you never really had friends, blaming it on the judging kids of public school, but here at the Mansion, you expected different. However, you still were laughed at by your curse by others everyday. The logically idea was to tell the professor or one of the teachers, but not wanting to be a snitch, you just let it be. You’d rather be laughed at by people then having everybody hate you for whining to the teachers like an elementary student.

Of course, today was no different; you embarrassed yourself like you always do, but not with clumsiness, but with love.

You sat outside with your two friends, Jean and Scott, along with their friends as well. Scott was often bullied before coming to the mansion because of his “bad” vision. Often, it’d get him in trouble with the football team, as they figured he was checking out their girls. When in reality, his eyes were trying not to blast the nearest kid into outer space. As for Jean, well, she was out casted when she first got here, as she had a knack for reading people’s minds and making the mansion shake once a week.

Saying that, you felt comfortable around them, knowing they’d understand what you’re going through, which they did. As for the others, such as Ororo and Kurt, they were nice people. You’d often have conversations with them, but you still felt kind of anxious around them. Not completely sure though, as Kurt was probably one of the sweetest people ever and Ororo seemed to like you a lot, even if she was harshly blunt towards you at times.

Everyone was discussing about a recent mission they had gone on, which made you drowned yourself in your thoughts, as you ate some lays from the bag. It made you uncomfortable to hear about their missions, hearing about how they were hurt severely or almost even killed scared you. Since you could remember, you hated violence and war, anything to do with them gave you a bad feeling.

“Y/N,” you heard Scott say, knocking you out of your head to look at your little group, who were looking at you confused. Blocking them out, you hadn’t heard them trying to talk to you. Now, feeling bad and embarrassed like usual, you bit your lip.

“Maybe we should talk about this later,” Kurt suggested, trying to ignore the awkwardness that surrounded you. He was always there, thankfully, to fix the mood when you needed it. Even if you felt a slight shake from being around him, you were happy he was here for you.

“Sorry, Y/N, I forgot you didn’t like talking about these types of things,” Jean recalled, looking at you with a slight face of concern. You could see Scott, who was sitting right beside you, looking at you behind the red glasses that keep his uncontrollable, power that could easily roast you like marshmallows, in bay. From the first day you had meet Scott, you always thought his eyes were beautiful, even if you couldn’t really see them behind the shades.

Actually, to you, everything was beautiful about him. His dark eyes that were hidden away, his silky, brown hair, his -do-what-I-want attitude, everything about him had caught your eyes. Honestly, you were the exact opposite of him. You, being the quiet, shy, goody tissues while he was the rather loud, socially, rebel boy.

Scott Summers is the type of guy your dad told you to stay away from.

But even if he was a rebel, he also had a good heart. He was rather nice, always sticking up for you when you’re being made fun of or when you two first meet, he didn’t rush you to suddenly befriend him. He understood how it felt to be outcasted for being weird and to suddenly have friends who’d maybe judge you like many others.

Him was always there for you soon created a feeling in your heart called, “crushing” meaning you liked him, which you did. You liked him a lot; every time you were around him, you became awkward and even more shy. Although you know a lot of people think being shy is annoying, not cute, you still acted that way, but it wasn’t like you wanted too. Of course though, you understood this crush of yours was stupid, as Scott had eyes for Jean already. You thought they were cute together though.

“So,” Scott said, grabbing everyone’s attention, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us some water.” He awkwardly stated, quickly getting up before jogging to a nearby water machine. Taking the time with Scott being gone, Ororo decided to use this time to talk to you about something.

“You should tell him how you feel,” Ororo told you, picking pieces of grass out of the ground, “it’s not like you two are getting any younger.” You gulped at her words, startled by her knowing you had a cross on him. Were you that noticeable? Did Scott know? This wasn’t good.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like anyone, especially Scott Summers,” you sassed, crossing your arms looking at the white haired beauty, who looked like she was about to electrocute you because no one sasses her. The two of you had a mexican stand off, glaring at each other until Scott had returned, who looked highly confused at the both of you.

“Whats wrong with you two?” he asked confused, sitting back down, giving everyone a nice, cold water bottle.

“Nothing-”

“I’m trying to get her to confess to the guy she likes,” Ororo teased, getting payback for your sassy mouth. Oh shit. Your heart started to pound uncontrollably when Scott looked at you, his eyes behind his shades looking at your eyes deeply. It’d be really nice if Jean and Kurt could intervene right now.

“Seriously? You like somebody? Who is it?” Scott smiled, looking at you happily. It made your heart melt to see him smile. His smile alone was bright as the sun.

“Yeah she’s to scared to even admit to it,” Jean added, smiling, as she put her hand on your shoulder. This isn’t what you wanted; you didn’t want her to make this even worst. Although, Jean knew, as she could read minds, so you felt kind of offended.

“Oh god please tell me out of all people it is not Peter,” Scott scolded, rolling his eyes making you and the others snort. Of course, you and Peter happened to be friends as well, but only friends. Plus, you didn’t have the patient to keep up with him either.

“No it’s somebody with brown hair-”

“Kurt!” you yelled, cutting him off from finishing. He gave an, “oh”, face, as he placed his hands or hooves over his mouth. Yeah, he could break awkward moments for you, but he could also make them. You let your shoulders drop, putting your face down, not daring to look at the others. Your face was red, as a cherry, maybe even more red. You’ve never felt more embarrassed than you were now. All those people laughing at you combined wasn’t as embarrassing as right now. Although, there was a part of you who wanted him to know. You wanted him to know you liked him so much and never liked anyone more. It seems Jean knew that, as she took it upon herself to tell him.

“She likes you,” Jean said, opening her book to read a new chapter, ignoring your anger. You wanted him to know, but you wanted him to know when you felt like it.

Without thinking, you got up and ran into the mansion, ignoring Scott’s yells calling out for you. Some tears fell from your face, as you felt so upset. How could you face him now? He knew now, he knew you liked him when you knew he liked Jean. He was going to reject you and you couldn’t bare it. Running up the stairs to go to your room, you saw the professor and Hank, who were walking out of Charles’s office. Not far behind you was Scott chasing you, which didn’t help the situation.

“Teenagers nowadays my goodness,” you heard Charles say.

Even though you had shorter legs than Scott, you were able to stay far enough from him, letting you run into your room and lock the door. Continuously, he knocked on your door for the next ten minutes, calling your name, obviously wanting to see you. But the thing is, you didn’t want to see him. You couldn’t stand to see him, knowing he’d reject your feelings. Sitting on the ground with your back to the door, you waited until he stopped and did the same thing. It made you laugh; a cliche, romantic movie scenario.

“You know, Y/N, I like you too.” Your heart stopped when he said that. Your tears stopped raining down upon your cheek, your shaking body sat still, and your mind went blank. This was a dream, it couldn’t be real.

“This is a dream!” you yelled at him, making him sigh from the other side of the door. As usual, you were the annoying person who everyone always got irritated at. “It’s not a dream, come out of your room and I’ll show you.” You agreed. If this was a dream, you could tell him, so it’d be okay, right? No. It was very real and you failed miserably.  

Opening the door, making him fall backwards on the rug of your room, you shouted, “I LIKE YOU TOO.” Oh great, you just had to be your awkward self in front of tons of students, who were standing in the hall with all eyes on you. Scott sat up from the ground, chuckling at your actions. Once more, red faced again, you slammed the door shut, deciding not to open it until later on tonight. Why were you born an awkward, embarrassing human being?

“I’m surprised you didn’t fall, running up the stairs,” Scott teased from outside. Okay, maybe he wasn’t always nice.

Truth or Dare

Truth or dare always leads to confessions. Especially if you’re drunk.

Filling a prompt.

“Oh come on!”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No! We’re not playing spin the bottle!” Kurt snapped at Santana who crossed her arms across her chest.

“You’re just being boring because you’re married.”

“You’re married, too!”

“Yes, but we’d never say no to a friendly game with friends,” Santana said with a wink.

“Fine. I am boring. I am married and I don’t have to kiss any other people if I don’t want to,” Kurt said.

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Headcanon- Stripper Warren

Well. Me and @saberghatz  have been cooking up and talking about this whole stripper Warren thing for a while…
SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
THE HEADCANON FANFIC OF HOW THE TEAM FINDS OUT ABOUT WARREN’S CERTAIN SIDE JOB. 

(NIGHTANGEL)
***
Warren drank. Everyone knew that. He was near an alcoholic, but the team let him be and allowed him to buy what he wanted, when he wanted.
They really didn’t want to scare their Angel away, honestly. They let the fragile Warren do as he wished- as long as he didn’t bring harm to others, or too much to himself.
He was an animal never to be tamed- wild and reckless yet smart and knowing exactly what he wanted and what he would do. They learned to enjoy Warren living at the mansion; he grew on them and made his presence known with an angry and hot energy that signified his every entity.
So when Warren needed money, he found ways to get it.
He knew he needed a way to make some cash without having to deal with people and the outside world. So for a few days, drinking every bottle carefully so he could make his last few last as long as possible, Warren thought about what exactly he could do.
Mercenary? No. Charles would freak out.
Tattoo artist? No way, humans are gross.
Drug dealer? Nah. Charles would still freak out.
Maybe just steal what he needed? Not anymore. That always ended up backfiring eventually.
Chef? Warren could cook, yeah; but still too much human interaction even in the back kitchen of a small restaurant.
What the hell did Warren do? Did he even have any other talents that didn’t involve him killing, stealing, or going crazy?
Oh- wait.
He’s an angel.
Warren laughs at how long it took him to figure this one out.
Wow, this will be easy.
***
Of course he was hired on the spot. Warren simply walked into the nearest strip club and bar down the road, gave the manager a stern look and a raised eyebrow, and he was hired.
Warren honestly did not care how much the drunkards and other strippers loved him. Sure, he was attractive and could move up on the stage like no one else, but he only had one person he needed to impress.
So he put on a show, got his money, and left. Every week night save for Sunday and Tuesday.
On the nights he worked, Warren would leave at 10 through his window with his bag of clothes and money, and fly to work. He changed in the back when he got there, did what he was supposed to, had a break and some beer, went back at it, and then just walked out when his shift was over. He flew home in his outfit, which really wasn’t a problem for him, half drunk and dog tired.
He’d go back in through the window, take his clothes off, and fall asleep around 4.
No one knew of his night job or strange schedule, and no one caught on for the first three weeks. He was sure to be awake and sober every morning on time to class with Kurt, and was glad when no one even thought for a second if their Angel was sneaking out every night.
The club sucked in Warren’s eyes. People wanted him too much. He couldn’t blame them of course, but by the end of the night it got to be too much to be comfortable with. Everyone was took drunk- too messy and loud and grabby. People always tried to climb on stage, or grab him in the back when he was leaving. He doesn’t want all this…. this attention. Younger Warren would usually give his body up to anyone that came along, glad to have fun a few times a night and make some dirty cash, but now?
Warren didn’t want anyone other than Kurt in his bed.
Which made this job all the more difficult. When Warren first started, he’d be able to spend his brake at the bar and have a few quiet beers. Only a few people would stop by and test the waters; moving on a few seconds later after realizing Warren was most certainly not for sale.
Now, however, word had caught wind of this godly angel, and Warren was suddenly wanted like a criminal for unrealistic prices.
50 grand for a single night!? Warren could use that money, for sure, but if it meant having sex with a total, drunk stranger who would use and abuse him and be gone in the morning leaving Warren a sticky, lonely mess to pick up his broken life? No. He wasn’t that desperate anymore. All he needed was a happy Kurt and 30 dollars cash to get him through each week.
By his fourth week on the job, Warren dances to get his job done and money in his pocket. He just needs the cash so he can buy beer and Kurt nice presents.
So it’s around this time when Warren has enough in his pocket to spend as he wishes, drinking freely and always seeming to have a wad of cash to pull out.
It’s a day when the gang is out of class for lunch, eating in the sunny the garden of the mansion at one of the tables. They go about their usual routine of small talk and jokes, but all stop when Warren drops his heavy wallet on the table as he’s digging through his pocket for something.
“Dude, what the heck is in that thing!?” Scott furrows his eye brows and the team looks at Warren brick of a wallet as the angel pauses on his mission to empty his pockets.
“Money,” Warren smirks with a shrug and goes back to dropping random trash and objects on the stone table from his pockets.
“Dude, I gotta ask. Where and how do you get all that? These past few weeks you’ve been whipping out twenties and hundreds like it’s nothing!” Peter asks, and Warren looks up at them with a giggle.
“Thats my stripper money,” he smiles as if it’s nothing, and sighs as he finds his key in his pocket and sits up to lean on Kurt and kiss his cheek.
The team, Kurt included, however look shocked to no beyond, and stare at Warren with wide eyes. Kurt frowns a little and looks at Warren, who is now shoving everything back into his pants.
“Uuuuh, vhat?” He squeaks quietly. He’s heard of this ‘stripping’ thing, but…. Warren!?
Warren pauses and he notices everyone’s disbelieving eyes, and rolls his own.
“You guys wanna come and see or something? You’re welcome to go to a show, it’s not gonna kill you, ya know.” He huffs and gently places an arm around the stiff Kurt.
“You’re serious….” Scott says.
“Yeah, why?” Warren looks at them unamused, and takes a drink of his Monster.
“Shut the hell up.” Peter is the first to move and look away, his face blushing.
“Look, do you want proof or something? I work tonight at 11, up at that bar I know you all know of. I’ll be there if you want to come.” Warren stares bluntly at them.
“You’ve been sneaking out to go stripping!?” Jean exclaims, and Warren glared at her.
“Keep it down Red!” He growls. Scott moves and inch closer and gives Warren a hard look at his nickname for her, and Ororo laughs quietly.
“Ah, Warren. You never stop surprising us.” She goes back to her lunch, and eventually the rest of them do too.
Kurt continues sitting still as stone, staring at his lunch with distant eyes, and Warren smiles at how uncomfortable he looks.
He leans in and kisses Kurts ear, tightening his arms around Kurt’s neck and waist. “Relax babe, you’ll love it,” Warren whispers against Kurt’s ear with a smirk and wink, and the blue mutant ducks his head as his tail flicks madly.
***
Warren didn’t expect them to actually show up that night.
But when he was dressed in his leather, studded leg garters and belt, and the two inch thick black, leather, studded collar with a metal ring, finally on a brake and delivering drinks, he just so happens to look up towards the stage and see his friends standing close together facing away from him.
Ororo looked comfortable next to Jubilee, who looked equally as relaxed, and Scott stood straight and still close to Jean. The redhead had her head low and close to Scott, clearly uncomfortable, but Warren’s attention was really grabbed when he saw Kurt with them.
There the blue boy was- standing by Ororo with his hands in his pockets and his tail tucked stiffly around his leg.
His poor love; so uncomfortable as the women on stage went to work and put on a show in front of them surrounded by cheering drunks.
He smiles widely as he stalks up behind him, and gently puts his hands on Kurt’s hips as he leans in to kiss his ear. The blue boy jumps and nearly bamf away in a gasp, but clams and tenses up slightly when he sees it’s Warren.
Kurt’s dressed in a thick jacket with a sweater underneath, and his legs wobble a bit in his baggy pants. His bangs fall in his eyes as he bows his head nervously with closed eyes, and he breaths with his mouth slightly open.
Warren moves his hand to tilt Kurt’s chin slowly back up, looking him in the eye.
“Hey babe,” Its a quiet whisper as Kurt looks at Warren with wide eyes and a beating heart. Warren stands close against Kurt, seeing how nervous he was, and kisses his cheek as he leans in. “You came?” Warren whispered again and smiles at him.
“U-uh, ja…” Kurt says in a wavering voice. Warren giggles, and Kurt tries a smile but fails. “Z-zis place i-is…” Kurt swallows as he looks around the dark, loud building, and Warren hushed him.
“Relax, I’m not gonna let anyone touch you, alright?” He says more firm, and Kurt takes a second to fully relax and looks back at Warren. “You like want you see?” Warren smiles, and Kurt blushes as he is suddenly too hot for his jacket.
He stutters, and closes his eyes before looking Warren up and down. His angel is hot against his body with his arms around Kurt’s torso, and he finally manages a small smile. “Uh,” he wants to look at Warren, but his mind screams at him to not even glance at him.
He was going to have to spend an extra hour at church for this.
“Kurt, it’s okay,” Warren giggles and pecks his lips. “You can look at me all you want, you know that. Nothing to be scared of.” Warren reassures him, and takes a small step back. Kurt jerks as Warren leaves him, feeling exposed, but eventually allows his eyes to move down his angels body.
Warren’s legs garters and belt fit just right, with rings, chains, and small spikes in all the right places. He’s shirtless, but wears a thick black collar much like the ones at home. His wings shine a light purple as the dim stage lights hit the brilliant white, and Warren smiles as Kurt’s wide eyes and gaping mouth.
Warren is drop dead gorgeous, and Kurt has never been in such a position like this.
“Warren!” The two turn to see the rest of the team looking at them in surprise.
“You guys actually showed up?” Warren smirks and puts his arm back around Kurt’s midsection, feeling his boyfriend go stiff and feel ten times hotter under his clothes.
“Uh, yeah… we already lost peter though,” Jubilee looks over to where the cassino part of the club is, and Warren raises an eyebrow.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Scott speaks now, and Warren can see that the boys face is about as red as his glasses.
“I’m on in five minutes, I can get you guys front row seats if you’d like,” Warren winks as he jokes and laughs, earning an amused glare from Jean and Ororo.
Kurt, however, goes still and stiff once more against Warren, and the Angel looks to him. “Kuuuuuurt?” Warren smiles slowly, and the blue boy looks away as his eyes darted around the floor. Warren pulls him in close so his mouth is against Kurt’s ear again, and Kurt jumps. “You want to be up front?” Warren smiles so his teeth rest against Kurt’s ear. The blue mutants shudders, and slowly hugs Warren back.
He moves his mouth to Warren’s ear this time, and Warren can see out of the corner of his eye that Kurt’s eyes are embarrassed as he speaks in a whisper to him.
I vant to see you…” Kurt is ashamed to admit even if it’s so quiet, and hopes that Jean isn’t in his mind right now.
Warren doesn’t have to respond before heading to the stage, nodding his head for the others to follow. He holds Kurt’s hand as he weaves them all through the thick crowd, and manages to get them front an center where the show is best viewed.
“Hey ass holes,” he growls loudly to the drunk men in the seats he wants. “Move.” He glares at them as the team piles nervously behind Warren as they get odd looks and glares for being so out of place.
“No way! You’re on soon!” One of them says, and Warren let’s go of Kurt’s hand. The X Men stand in a small huddle as their only change of survival in a place like this leaves their side.
Warren grabs the two drunk men by the shirt collar and lifts them with ease, throwing them into the smaller isle as the other two get up and scurry away. Warren watches as they scramble off, cursing at him, and turn back to the team.
“Enjoy,” he smiles and gestures to the now open area. Kurt swallows as they gingerly sit, and Warren gives him a small kiss before heading back stage.
The two minute break between performances gave Warren enough time to hear back stage and get ready as the crowd whistled and cheered. The room became nothing but dark color and noise, and Warren could just make out the outline of his friends as the music played.
They looked more relaxed, Scott actually had a  drink in his hand, and laughed at something. Kurt still sat still and looked around with wide eyes, but had shed his jacket and now wore only a t-shirt.
Kurt didn’t know what he was doing here. Why did he feel so gushy and gooey inside at the thought of Warren doing something as sinful as this!? Why had he been so obvious and let his angel see his guilty interest clear as day at the thought of Warren in leather straps against a pole!? Kurt swallowed as the crowd moved and women took their places on the stage. He didn’t want to look up at it, and instead examined the floor and the others as they joked about something he missed. He wouldn’t watch that much, he thought. He’d fight through whatever this feeling and ambition was, and go home with Warren when he was done. He’d go to bed and forget this night and the fact that his love-
Oh, wow…
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Warren took the stage dead center. Kurt stared up at the platform as the angel walked in his heavy dark boots up to the front; barely registering the crowds screams and whistles or the money being thrown or the suffocating smoke and glitter that filled the air or his friends cheers. Nothing got through Kurt’s skull and into his brain but Warren- and he looked up at the godly figure with wide eyes shining against the strobe lights as his angel danced in ways Kurt had never seen before.
The others laughed at how ridiculous this whole thing was, and noticed Kurt’s star struck gaze up at their winged teammate as he took the pole and sent the crowd in a roaring wave.
Kurt suddenly realized what an angel he had fallen in love with.
Warren moved back and fourth on the platform as the hard music rang in their ears and sent the stage vibrating with every stop of the performers. Kurt felt the pit his stomach and between his legs heat up with a butterfly feeling as he squirmed, and his tail gripped his leg to keep from smacking someone. His claws gripped the seat as he stared in awe up at the show, and felt his gut twitch as Warren suddenly straddled the pole and spread his legs.
Kurt felt blood in his mouth, and noticed he had bit his lip as he forced himself not to let lose right then and there in a wave of moans cries. He sucked in a breath, and Warren moved away from the pole as the other dancers spread out across the stage. Kurt’s senses suddenly came to as Warren was suddenly right above him, heavy boots at eye level, and the Angel jumped down to the floor; his wings spreading out back behind him. The crowd and Kurt watched as he stalked straight for the blue mutant, the chains and metal of his suit jingling with every step as he came near and looked down at Kurt with strong blue eyes full of control.
He stopped at Kurt’s knees as the teleporter stared up at Warren with his mouth open in shock, and the Angel spread his legs a bit. He moved so Kurts stiff, pressed together legs were between his own, and the gang scooted back a bit to give them more room. The crowd whistled and screamed above the music as Warren sat slowly on Kurt’s lap and kept himself spread wide; the blue boy now panting and worried his heart would explode in his chest with how fast it was going. Warren buckled his hips forward in a hard motion against Kurt’s abs, and the men behind them cursed and hollered as they grew jealous.
You good babe?” Warren leaned forward to cup the sides of Kurt’s head, and all Kurt could do was nod slowly in heated breaths.
Never before had he felt…. this. It was crazy; Warren on him in a manner that should be kept in privacy for only them, performing it for a crazed crowd as if it was perfectly fine.
Maybe it was fine…. Kurt went a little more lax against the seat as Warren rolled his hips in ways that sent Kurt’s waist quivering and made his pants suddenly much too tight. Kurt could the leather pull against Warren’s thighs as the angel moved and slowly humped Kurt’s waist and stomach, and all the blue boy wanted to do was tear it off and take Warren to town all for himself. He gasped as Warren yanked his head back and held it in place as he kissed him hard and deep- shoving his tongue as far as it would go inside Kurt’s mouth and running it up his fangs fangs.
The blue mutant finally gave in at this point and suddenly gripped Warren hips hard; digging his claws into the exposed skin between the leather as he moved with Warren against himself.
Kurt was so over stimulated; ready to bamf him and Warren out and all the way back to their room so he could throw his angel down and tear him apart he desperately wanted to.
Warren must have sensed Kurt opening up and getting ready to go too far for what his job allowed, and pulled away with a gasp and trail of spit connecting their mouths. Kurt frowned up at him pleadingly and held Warren’s waist tighter, the Angel smirking at him.
Kurt was dizzy and aroused- and his dick and tail twitched when Warren suddenly wrapped his fingers gingerly around his thigh strap, and lifted it a few inches as high as it would go. He gave Kurt a toothy smile and small wink as he let go- sending the leather down in a fast snap that popped against Warrens thigh and made Kurt twitch and gasp in his seat.
He then stood off of the dumbfounded Kurt as the crowd screamed at the personal show they just got, and gave his wings a single flap to get back up on the stage.
Kurt knew he had let go in his pants at some point, and now sat limp and quivering in the seat. The gang laughed and nudged Kurt as the show went on, but Kurt hardly noticed it.
He watched Warren with heavy eyes as a hot waist as the angel performed on through another song, but noticed he didn’t give anyone else in the audiance the same treatment he just got.
He danced against the pole, moved his body, and teased the crowd in ways that made Kurt want to dig his nails into Warren’s skin and take him home.
Warren only looked at Kurt’s eyes. The blue boy noticed the angel would either close his baby blues, look beyond the crowd, or direct his icy gaze right at him.
His angel was really something…
Warren disappeared from the stage as his show was done, followed by the girls as the music dulled and the crowd calmed down and threw whatever cash they had at the stage. Kurt had to get out of there. His body was jelly and if he didn’t leave soon, he’d be repeating the process in his pants in a matter of seconds; as he could still feel the phantom of Warren moving against him and the sound of the leather snapping against his thick thigh.
He bamfed out into the parking lot, shocked at the cold night air as he gasped and stood against the wall of the rumbling building. He breathed even and deeply, steadying his heart and finding his lungs again as he brought himself back down to balance.
He didn’t know how long he was out there, before the side door next to him opened and Warren stepped out. He looked tired and carried his bag and each of their jackets, and he slowly walked towards Kurt with a small smile. His blonde hair was damp with sweat, along with his torso and arms, and his wings hung tiredly. Kurt kept his eyes on the ground as he saw Warren was still in his stripper outfit, and the Angel stopped a few inches from him.
“You okay?”
Kurt nodded, blushing and letting his tail fall still.
“Come on,” Warrens voice is calm and quiet- strong as he put a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Don’t lie to me babe,” he whispers. Kurt swallows, and looks down at himself and what he’s done between his legs. “I-I…” He feels pathetic, and is worried that Warren will think terribly low of him for losing it so fast; especially in public. But Warren just giggles softly, and moves closer. “I did that?” Its a sweet question as he cups Kurts cheeks and trails a thumb under his dark eye lashes. Kurt nods shortly and bites his lip, embarassed for his mistake. He is surprised when Warren moves a hand on his cheek up and to his hairline, dragging it forward and running his fingers along Kurts scalp and through his short hair in a relaxing motion. The blue mutant then lets Warren put Kurt’s jacket on him, and still avoids looking up. “Kurt,” Warren smiles as he lifts Kurt’s chin gently again with his finger. “You were awesome out there,” he smiles lovingly at the teleporter, and leans forward to kiss him slowly.
Kurt gasped quietly when he pulled away, and he forced his hands still as not to grab at Warren. He still was coming down off of whatever feeling he had been on, and wondered if he’d lose control again this soon.
Warren gently wrapped an arm around his loves shoulders, and started them down the sidewalk in a slow pace. “The others are heading home in the car, you want me to fly you?” He asked Kurt quietly and smiled, fixing his boyfriends bangs and smoothing them out again.
Kurt paused, then nodded. He was cooled down enough as Warren lifted him bridal style after putting his own jacket on, that he could relax in the angels arms as always. He didn’t think he could sit twenty minutes in a car on the drive home with his mess in his pants, and just wanted to be asleep with Warren as soon as possible.
The ascend into the air sent cold gusts of wind through Kurt’s hair, and cooled down his heated face. Warren flew them steady and evenly through the sky high above the city and woods to the mansion, and Kurt felt himself grow tired as he rested his head against Warren’s shoulders.
He’s not sure how he got in bed so fast, but the next time he opens his eyes, he’s under the soft covers clean, naked, and warm with sleep. Warren steps out of the bathroom stripped as well after his shower, and crawls in slowly next to him. Kurt rolls over and leans into the angels chest as he wraps an arm and somehow a wing around the blue boy, pressing them together and petting Kurt’s hair back as he drifts off into sleep.
Warren smils as he feels Kurt fall into unconsciousness in a low purr against his chest, and trails his fingers up and down his rough spine in slow, gentle motions.
He was surprised that Kurt and the others had came to the club that night afterall, but couldn’t be more glad that they did. He had been fantasizing about putting a show on for his love for some time now, and now that he had finally been able to give it all to Kurt in front of everyone and prove that he was taken and not to be touched by anyone else, it felt more freeing and amazing than he’d ever thought.
He hoped Kurt would come to more shows. There was nothing like seeing his Blueberry fall apart under him and give in with gripping hands and a begging mouth as Warren gave it all to him.
Warren paid little attention to the giant roll of raw cash on the desk by his jacket- larger than any he’d ever received yet- and fell asleep peacefully wrapped around Kurt, holding him close as always.
Sure, stripping was one thing Warren was good at. But loving Kurt was something extraordinary that came deep and pure from the angels heart unlike anything else.
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WELL THAT TOOK A NIGHTANGEL TURN, OOPS NOT SORRY.

ITS LATE AND I CANT GET THIS WHOLE THING REVISED IN TIME, SO FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES!
Through Burt’s Eyes

Anon prompted: One like through pam’s eyes with Burt and Kurt

The day of one of the biggest changes in his son’s life, Burt looks back on Kurt’s life.

8664 words.  Rated: PG

A/N: This is a good bit longer than Through Pam’s Eyes simply because the show gives us more history to Kurt than they do with Blaine (what a shame that we don’t have more about Blaine). 

There’s something about sitting in a hospital waiting room awaiting news or pictures of a newborn baby that makes Burt Hummel start reminiscing.

When Burt Hummel had been told he was having a son, Burt began picturing his son’s life.  He imagined taking his son to baseball games and watching his son play football at a state championship.  He imagined his son getting nervous over a girl.  He imagined a son who would take over the tire shop or do something really sophisticated with his life like become a doctor or a lawyer.  When the nurse put Kurt Jacob Hummel in his arms, Burt realized that the small life he held in his hands would do whatever he wanted to do, but he hoped that everything that he imagined would come to life.

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Peter Maximoff x Reader - You Didn’t See That Coming?

Your Mutation: Green skin, Control plants
Requested By: @carols-angels
Word Count: 2717
Rating: T
Warnings: language, its super long

Originally posted by randomimaginesx

its really long so i put in a keep reading!

Excerpt

{Peter had hope; that was all he had to cling onto right now. Peter looked around and noticed he had been standing in front of your door for about 5 minutes now, looking off into space. He cleared his throat and made his way to his room. For the past few months, Peter tried convincing himself that he didn’t like you; that he wasn’t completely, totally, madly in love with you. Peter insisted it was just a small crush or that he just wanted to fuck you, but it was all bullshit and he knew it.}

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three times Blaine asks Kurt to marry him and the one time he means it for real

Summary: Exactly what the title says. :) 

A/N: I just finished a really long draft for something entirely different today, so naturally I sat down to write even more. As you do. My outlining process on this was something along the lines of 1.) Oh, an idea! and 2.) … oops, I just wrote it. So fair warning, this is a.) a complete and utter unstructured mess and b.) possibly cavity-inducing since I was in need of some major fluff. Enter at your own risk!

Also up on the AO3

i.) the one where Blaine is a five-year old single father

Kurt is trying to get Blaine to join him where he’s playing with his new firetruck, but Blaine is just sitting there in Kurt’s backyard and won’t put down his little stuffed penguin that he brought over with him.

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anonymous asked:

Jubilee headcanons? Not necessarily romantic, just her being cool and shit and maybe a lil gay

AH YES I NEED THIS FOR MY GAY WIFE, THE ONE TRUE LOVE OF MY LIFE, I WOULD DIE FOR THIS DORK @kurtwxgners you brought this on yourself (p.s. stick around til the end for a playlist!)

Jubilation Lee Headcanons

  • she starts out at the school around 16-17 after the xmen save her from the M squad
    • let’s not pretend she doesn’t set up her room with fairy lights and vinyls and posters everywhere
      • she becomes fast friends with jean, who welcomes everyone to the school. Jean is one of the contributing factors to Jubilee coming out as gay to the school, as Jubilee constantly watched Jean call girls hot. Jean is really sweet to her and sort of takes her under her wing, but if you asked her, Jubilee would deny that she needed help from anyone bc shes a tough small child™
    • Jubilee lowkey always makes sure Jean remembers her worth when it comes to dating 
      • “Jean? Jean, Scott is a fuckboy. Stay away. No! Bad Jean!”

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