and then kurt punched him in the face

By Then

Request: Can you do JD x Fem!Reader whereJd stands up for her when she’s bullied And if you do it can you tag me

Tag/s: @hamilton4laurens

Pairing: Jason Dean / JD x Reader

A/N: imsorryifthisisbadhelpme | also what a crappy title i didnt know what to name it lol

You always tried to avoid being the center of attention. It wasn’t because the Heathers would probably bully and trash talk you for it, you just didn’t like people talking about you let alone look at you all the time. You were basically the polar opposite of them.

But that wasn’t the case after H. Duke, being the butt she is spread rumors about you because H. Chandler told her to do it. You didn’t do anything to them but they think you practically attacked them by helping Martha out of a situation caused by them.

The rumor basically went, “Y/N will do blowjobs for everyone!” and everyone believed it because one, they were idiots and two, it came from the most popular girls in school. You kind of wanted to die.

Kind of.

You sat alone at lunch at the farthest table possible so that you wouldn’t gain attention. But of course, one way or another they’d try to bring you in the spotlight just to humiliate you. Especially, Kurt and Ram.

“Please leave me alone.” You watched as the two of them sat across the table abruptly and looked at you with great perversity.

“Aw don’t be like that, Y/N.” Kurt grinned from ear to ear. “We just want to have fun with you~”

“Go away.” You said as you took your tray and stood up but before you could walk away, Ram took a hold of your wrist making you drop your tray. It clattered loudly making everyone in the room face your direction.

“Don’t be a loser.” He said. 

“Go away!” You said, louder this time and tried squirming your wrist out of his grasp but to no avail. You were pretty weak, basically.

“You heard the girl, go away.”

It happened too fast but the next thing you know, Ram was on the ground holding his face moaning in pain and you were right behind JD, the transfer student you weren’t even friends with. You were both relieved and shocked that he came to your aid. 

“JD!” You gasped and he looked down at you, smiling. Ever since he came to the school, you’ve tried talking to him countless times since you were in so many classes together but you never came around it. It sounds ridiculous but you may or may not have harbored a little crush on him by just seeing him.

He punched Kurt when he was charging towards him in revenge for his best friend lying on the ground. When he did, Kurt was just in the same position as Ram was: lying on the ground, hurting.

“Come on, let’s go before they get up.” He grinned and took you by the hand, pulling you through the cafeteria with silent, shocked students as they watched you exit.

“Thank you.” You said. “For saving me.”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N.” JD said as he rubbed his knuckles. 

“You know my name?”

“Uh,” he took awhile. “Yeah, I do.”

A smile found its way on your lips and before you know it, he was also smiling too. You wanted time to stop right here right now.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he said. “But I feel like I might be bothering you.” 

“No,” you laughed. “Actually I’ve been meaning to talk to you too.” 

“Really?” he smiled. “What about?”

“Uhm..” Shit. 

JD laughed. “I’ve meaning to talk.. Ask you if you want to get a slushie some time this week?”

You smiled. “Sure.”

“And by then, I hope you tell me why you’ve been meaning to talk to me too.”

He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 2

A/N: Sorry for the delay. This is also kinda shitty.

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio

Two months after Harry’s violent encounter with Niall, Y/n and Harry have been working on Harry’s temper. It wasn’t going so well, still coming home with bloody hands, cut knuckles, and covered in sweat. He was growing more frustrated with himself as time went on. He’s tried so hard to walk away from a situation that got him angry, but right as he’d walk away, every part of his body would go into fury and all he did from then on seemed out of his control. Y/n was always disappointed, but always stayed with him and defended him in any way that she could. She had never given up on him, not even for a second.

“You’re a peach” she’d always say, with the cutest fucking smile he’s ever seen in his life, “I’ll always love you, you just have to get through this.”

And oh, how badly did he want to. Not even just for Y/n, but for himself.

“Just a bit more scotch.” Harry grumbles to the bartender, sliding his glass toward him.

He hasn’t been drinking much, in fact, he really isn’t a big drinker to begin with. He only goes to bars when the guys ask him to. Of course, since Y/n wasn’t planned to be coming back from her sister’s for a couple more hours, he agreed.

“Yo, guys, look at that bird” Zayn says, grabbing the boys’ attention to a tall, slender blonde woman across the room.

The boys whistle, but Harry just simply turned his attention back to his refilled scotch. Other girls didn’t phase him, they didn’t do anything for him. Y/n is the only woman he’s ever loved, even looking at another woman didn’t feel right to him.

He sips on his drink as the boys are encouraging Zayn to approach her. Harry scoffs lightly, quickly diverting his attention to the vibrating phone in his back pocket. Quickly sliding it out, he sees Y/n’s name with a “Just left. See you soon, my love xx.” He smiles, immediately texting back saying that he’ll be waiting for her and how much he’s missed her.

It had only been three days without Y/n, but he misses her terribly. He’d spent nearly everyday comforted in her company for two years. He misses how he is with her, so delicate and true. She’s the only person to bring that out of him, how could he not miss that? How could he not miss the only person that brings out the best of him?

Harry is drowned in his thoughts until Liam snapped him out of his trance.

“Harry? Harry!” Liam says, pushing onto his shoulder.

Harry shakes his head slightly, “Uh- yeah? Yeah? What’s up?”

“Isn’t that Y/n’s ex?”

Harry’s head snaps to where Liam is pointing. He already feels his fingers clench to fists and his jaw becoming tense.

Hell no. Not him. Harry’s supposed to be getting better, he’s supposed to be making an effort to help himself. He hasn’t been doing that well, but he hasn’t fought since Y/n left and he wanted it to stay that way. What’s a better welcome back gift than for him to have not let her down again?

But he has to. Although her ex had stopped harassing Y/n since Harry stepped in, something inside of him is igniting with every passing second he spends staring at him. How dare he say all those things to her and threaten her like that? How dare he do that to his Y/n? She lived in fear for way too long because of Kurt. How could he not do something about it?

“Mate, mate. Calm down” Liam orders when he sees Harry stand up from the bar stool, “He hasn’t spoken to her in a while, yeah? That’s in the past, man. Y/n wouldn’t want you to do thi-“

“You think I give a fuck what Y/n wants me to do right now?!” Harry hisses, “He threatened her, you understand me? How would you feel if the love of your life was being harassed by a scum so much to the point where she can’t sleep at night?”

Liam swallows harshly, “I just don’t want you to lose her.”

Harry roughly grabs onto Liam’s arm, staring at him harshly in his eyes.

“I will never lose her” Harry snaps, “I’m doing this for her. If this were any other person right now I’d walk out those doors before I can blink. He ruined her life, I will never let him live that down. Now leave me alone.”

He rips his hand away from his death grip on Liam, quickly looking around the bar to see if Kurt is still there. He is. Drinking beer, chatting with some mates, seeming as though he hasn’t even acknowledged Harry’s existence.

He hears the boys muttering under their breath, only picking up a subtle “just let him be”, completely fixated on the man he’s been dying to see for months now.

His fist clench at his sides, body storming in his direction. This is it, this is what he needs to do. He doesn’t care about what Y/n would think of him, not now, because in all honesty, he’d feel more guilty if he were to let Kurt get away with what he did to Y/n than to beat him in cold blood.

Kurt looks up the second Harry approaches him, but before he has any time to react, Harry punches him as hard as he could. He drops to the floor, a loud groan leaving his lips once he’s out of shock. Harry doesn’t waste any time before lifting him back up on his feet by the back of his shirt, mercilessly ramming his back up against the nearest wall.

The bar falls silent, everyone’s attention diverted directly to the violence unfolding.

You didn’t stop!” Harry screams in his face, teeth clenched as he speaks, “She asked you to stop and you didn’t until I stepped in! You’re fucking dead, you hear me?!”

He throws another wild punch directly to his face. Kurt almost falls down again, but his loss of balance is no match against Harry’s raging grip. He spits out blood before lifting his head up. He’s panting, teeth covered in blood, cheek already bruised with his blood smeared all over it.

“You think you’re any better?” Kurt questions between harsh breaths. “Think you can keep her with you when this is how you act?”

Harry grips his throat, glaring at him in the most threatening way he ever has before.

“Don’t you dare make this about me.”

“You know you’re a monster, Harry, yet you still keep her with you. Why do you keep doing that to her, huh? Why do you do that to her?”

Harry roars, pushing Kurt’s body towards him before throwing it back onto the wall. Kurt groans again, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

I said don’t make this about me!

His grip is tighter against his neck. He watches as Kurt mildly struggles for breath, but he’s not giving up. Not just yet.

“You think I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to her, but you’re wrong.” Kurt chokes out, “you are.”

Before he says anything else, in the midst of his uncontrollable rage, Harry throws one last punch to him. He immediately becomes unconscious. Harry lets his body drop to the floor, strangled breath making his way into his lungs.

He looks around the bar. Shocked faces, people cowering away. He doesn’t care. All he can feel are unwanted tears piling in his eyes and his hands shaking against his thighs. Everything was right, everything he said was right.

“Harry, man” Louis walks up to him, everybody still staring shocked at him, “lets get you home, yeah?”

Louis throws a jacket around Harry’s shoulders, noticing the small nod in agreement before the boys lead him out of the bar.

“The boys told me what happened.”

Harry is snapped out of his trance at the sound of her voice. He hadn’t even heard her enter the house. He hasn’t said a word since he left the bar, hasn’t even looked at anyone since as well. Something about what Kurt said affected him in a way he never thought was possible. It was like he picked on a weak spot for him, like he dug into his mind and told him that all his greatest fears have now come true. Y/n isn’t right for him, and she never will be.

Y/n sighs, sitting down on the chair next to where Harry’s sat. She grabs onto his hands softly, her thumb running softly over his knuckles.

“Don’t listen to him” she whispers, “he doesn’t know anything about us.”

Harry looks at her in confusion. How is she not upset with him? How is she letting him get away with this again? This should have been the last straw, the last chance she had given him. How could she be doing this?

“It’s okay, Harry” she smiles softly, placing her hand on his face, “you were protecting me. You shouldn’t have done that, but you did. Not because you wanted to, but because you felt like you had to.”

Harry’s vision clouds over with tears, slowly taking her hands off of him. He just can’t keep doing this to her.

“How are you defending me right now?”

“Because, Harry, you-“

“Why do you even stay with me, huh?” Harry growls, flinging himself off of the chair.

Y/n let in a sharp breath, not entirely shocked by the question, but by the way he asked it. He normally asks why when he’s his weakest, after a fight while Y/n’s cleaning him up, or in bed after love making for hours on end. He’s never said so violently, like he’d doubting the relationship they’re in. Like he’s doubting her.

“Harry, why would you even-“

“Look at you, Y/n, look at you!” Harry raises his voice, interrupting her "You have all your shit figured out, you’re pure. Do you not see that? You’re pure. The only part of you that isn’t is me. I’m the part of your life that is reckless and dangerous and you want me to live with that for the rest of my life?!”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his comment. A part of her feels guilty that he feels that way, like he’s the bad part of her that doesn’t belong. But a part of her also knows he’s right. Yes, of course he’s the part of her life that’s full of danger, but she doesn’t care. If anything, it makes her stronger, makes her want to stand up for herself and stray from the idea that she’ll never be anything more than a shy, weak girl she once was. He may see them as the worst thing for each other, but to her, it’s the best.

“No,” she speaks up, “No, because that’s not something you have to live with! I’m in love with you. You- You make me a better person, Harry! It doesn’t matter to me if you’re the dangerous part of my life, because no matter crap you pull, at the end of the day you’re still the same man I will forever love. The fact that we make each other better people, Harry, that’s what you have to live with.”

“I’m a monster, Y/n.” He speaks slowly, eyes filled with tears.

“You aren’t anything like that and you know that! You aren’t anything like you think you are, Harry, stop confusing who you really are with this image you want people to see you as!”

“That’s who I am, Y/n! Have you ever thought of that?!” His voice suddenly became louder, stronger, desperately trying to make her understand how absolutely wrong they are. But his eyes are bloodshot, filled with guilt and tears, overwhelmed by her seeing this side of him.

“I can’t be fixed! You can’t fix me because this is who I am! I am like this with everybody except for you. Wouldn’t you stop to think, even for a goddamn second that who I’m with you is fake?! Have you ever thought of that?!”

“Stop it, Harry! Just stop!” She yells, her hands gripping the sides of her head momentarily. "You’re drunk and you’re upset and I understand that but this is not who you are. You are hurt. You’re only 20 years old, your parents died, H. You didn’t have a home, your siblings left you because they blamed you for their death. You do this because you’re broken and you’re in pain and you want to push people away so that they don’t leave you first. I know this because you told me this yourself. How can I blame you, H?!”


His voice is animalistic, roaring in so much anger Y/n feels a vibration in the air around her. He throws a glass across the kitchen, the glass shattering onto the hardwood floor. Y/n’s body stiffens, never seeing him react so violently around her. 

He’s guilty the second he’s done it. He’s never acted this way toward her, but he can’t help it. He’s angry with himself. He’s had Y/n by his side for the past two years, always willing to help him and be there for him whenever he needed her. Seeing her reputation being ruined because of him, seeing how she’s been wasting her last two years hoping to change a man that can never be changed, it destroys him. She’s wasting her time with him. He’s a dead end, a false hope, and Y/n shouldn’t spend the rest of her life loving a man who could do this to her.

“Do you see that?” Harry whispers. “Do you see why this is a problem? I almost hurt you.”

Y/n shakes her head, slowly making her way toward his defeated body. She looks up at him, his eyes glossed with frustrated tears, looking at her the way he almost always does- with guilt. She runs her hands softly along his muscular arms in hope to calm him down.

“You’ll never hurt me.” She says softly, “I’m not afraid of you.”

Harry’s face scrunches in agony. He turns his head away from her, refusing to even look at her anymore. He can’t be weak, he can’t be right now.

“No. No, Y/n, stop.” He mutters, his hands pushing her away from him. 

He turns his back to her, not being able to look at her right now because of how much guilt he’s feeling.

Y/n shuts her eyes softly in attempt to rid the tears clouding her vision. No matter how hard she tries, he just keeps pushing her away. It hurts her- it hurts her to see him in war with himself. How a part of him is trapped, screaming, on his knees begging to be saved, and the other part of him so sure that there’ll be nobody listening to his pleas, finding it almost comedic that he’s lost all hope in his humanity.

“What else is there for me to do, Harry? I don’t know what it is you want me to do.”

Harry keeps his back toward her. Every atom in his body is pushing him to look back at her, hold her to him until the sun comes up, but he can’t. He can’t stand how heartbroken she sounds. Hell, she’s crying. Soft cries ripping out from her, and all he can fucking think about is how this is all his fault.

“All I want to do is help you, Harry. All I do is help you and you keep pushing me away.” She sobs- broken.

Her teary eyes are desperately looking at his tense frame, just hoping he’d turn around just so they can work things out- like they always do. She hopes he can see just how much he’s hurting more than he ever has before.

“I know what you’re doing. You do this with everyone else. I know you love me, and I know you love me more than anybody else in your life right now. You’re just pushing me away because you think I’ll leave you. You think we aren’t going to last because everyone made you believe that but you know I don’t know how to live without you. I’m not everyone else, Harry, this is different, we’re different.”

Harry lets loose tears fall down his face, his fingers fiddling with each other as he tries to understand her. But he can’t, he just can’t

She walks over to him, her hand reaching up to his shoulder. She massages his muscles softly as she presses soft kisses to his back. She’s still crying, soul shaking sobs still leaving her, but she can’t help but keep trying for him to realize she’s utterly and helplessly in love with him. There is nothing to lose between them, not if he were to just believe she would never give up on him.

“Just tell me what you want me to do.“

Feeling Y/n’s lips against his back makes him exhale a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It still amazes him how much she affects him. After two years he still never understood it. But all the good she’s done to him has only ever come back to harm her. Her friends leaving her, her having to come home to her boyfriend’s hands covered in somebody else’s blood, her having to leave her life with her family because every moment without her was another moment of danger, all because of him. And he can’t live with that.

He moves his shoulder away from her, feeling her detach from his body. He looks down, eyes squeezed shut. He doesn’t know how to do this. Especially to her.

“There’s nothing you can do, Y/n!” He cries out, flinging his body around so that he’s finally facing her.

“I would do anything for you, and you know that. But I can’t change myself just so that I can be with you. I can’t change who I am for you.” He whispers the last part, staring heartbroken in her eyes.

“God!” Y/n sobs out, punching her hands against his chest, “You know I’m not asking you to change! I just want to help you! And you won’t let me!”

Harry grabs Y/n’s wild hands in his, in hopes of calming her down. He feels like she hasn’t taken a fucking breath. She’s just so heartbroken, she’s lost and confused and on the verge of complete and utter desperation to have him stay with her.

It’s when Harry pulls her against him where she completely breaks down. He holds her head against his chest while she sobs against his black t-shirt. His fingers comb through her hair softly, chin held up by the top of her head. Harry hasn’t said anything, just listening to Y/n’s desperate pleading as she pulls at the back of his shirt.

“Pl-please don’t do this to me.” she cries out, taking in a harsh breath due to her lack of breath. “Please don’t leave me.”

She feels Harry tense against her body. He shuts his eyes softly, sighing out as he removes his hands from her.

“It’s over, Y/n.” He says softly, “Everything about us is wrong. It’s over.”

Y/n has never felt so much pain in her life. She pulls away from him, her eyes searching for any sign of remorse on his face, but there is none. He’s staring at her emotionless, but every part of him is breaking. The way she’s looking at him, he has never seen her look like that before. She just looks so- so defeated.

Just like that, everything she believed she had a purpose for has been ripped away from her. She doesn’t say anything as she lets go of him. Without a word, she half-heartedly makes her way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Harry flinches when he hears the door slam shut. He wishes he could cry, wishes he could go onto his knees and beg for forgiveness. He wishes he could be angry, punch a wall, curse at himself, blame himself. But he can’t, he feels nothing. Isn’t that ironic? How the man who mostly feels the most dangerous feeling in the world now can’t feel a thing?

He stays in the same place he was left for what feels like eternity before he hears Y/n make her way down the steps. He turns around and rounds the corner that leads to the front door. He watches Y/n as she sets down her duffle bag, opening the closet door to grab a jacket. She grabs everything she needs before she finally opens up the front door. She can’t go back, she can’t turn around to look at him. She doesn’t have the strength.

She’s still crying. She still hasn’t said anything.

“Can you say something, please?” Harry croaks out, wanting nothing more than for her to at least say something to him, at least acknowledge his existence.

She stops walking, hand still on the doorknob. She sucks in a breath.

“You did it, Harry” she whispers, “you’ve finally hurt me.”

She turns her head, but not enough for her to be able to see him, but enough for him to know how much she means what she’s about to say.

“I never want to see you again.”

Surprise! - Hank McCoy x Reader Imagine

Surprise! - Hank McCoy x Reader Imagine

Word Count: 1,470

Warning: It gets steamy towards the end, but nothing serious

Shout out to @tear-soaked-cheeksdonteverlast for helping me during my writers block. I love you!

Originally posted by theinsatiablevoid

You fixed you (y/f/c) dress and made sure your makeup was perfect before grabbing the small blue cupcake with a single candle that was on the table and exited your room. It was your boyfriend, Hank McCoy’s birthday today and you spent the last couple of weeks planning this huge surprise party for him. It was about time Hank had one fun night for himself.

You made your way down to the lab when you saw Jean and Scott walking down the hall towards the rest of the party. Jean gave you a thumbs up and Scott flashed you a wide smile. You put your finger to your lips to keep them quiet and pointed your hand towards the party, telling them to go. They nodded and made their way as you silently opened the lab door and made your way in. You smiled when you saw Hank in his natural habitat. Books and papers scattered everywhere, equations written on every inch of the white board and him in his white lab coat bent over a microscope focusing on whatever he was looking at and taking notes every other minute.

You quietly lit the candle with the lighter you stole from Logan and tiptoed to Hank. You tapped him on the shoulder. He slightly jumped, turned around and smiled when he saw you. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to the greatest boyfriend in the entire world. Happy birthday to you! Now, close your eyes and make a wish!” Hank closed his eyes, smiled and blew. You set the cupcake on the table and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Hank smiled and went straight back to look at the microscope. “Hank, how about you take one night off all the science stuff and have fun? It’s your birthday!”

“I can’t. I’m so close to finally getting the correct DNA codes for this mutation. I just can’t stop now.”

You slid on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please. For me.” You extended each “e” and gave him your puppy dog face that you knew he couldn’t resist.

“(Y/n), I can’t -. But I -. I need to- Okay. Okay. I’ll stop all the science stuff tonight just for you.” He gave you a kiss on the nose and you jumped up and cheered. As Hank was organizing his desk and hanging his lab coat, you quickly peeked your head out of the door and found Jubilee hiding behind a tree. You gave her a thumbs up and she gave you one back before running to the party.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Hank asked.

“Nothing.” You said, as you stood up straight again. “Um, you ready to go?”

“Yah.” You linked your fingers with Hank’s as you both made your way out of the lab.

“You look really beautiful tonight by the way.”

“Oh Hank. You always know how to make a girl blush don’t you?”

You finally made it to the door of the lobby and held it open. “After you birthday boy?” Hank walked in, with you shortly after.

“SURPRISE!” All the lights turned on and everyone jumped out of their hiding spots. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANK!” Someone set off a small confetti bomb with balloons and it went everywhere.

“What? Is this for me?” Hank turned to you and laughed.

You nodded and said “Happy birthday baby” and gave him a long kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and you smiled and hugged Hank.

Hank went off to hug everyone and give them thank you’s and you stayed behind. After giving Hank a hug, Jubilee ran up to you. “So what do you think of the set up? Peter helped me hang some decorations when you left to get ready. We moved a few things around and added more food to the table. You know how hungry us x-men can get.”

“Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you so much for the help.” You gave her a hug. “And thank you too Peter!” Peter turned his face away from the food table and nodded his head giving you a thumbs up. You and Jubilee laughed as Peter tried to stuff a third Twinkie into his already full mouth.

Jubilee went off the dance with Kurt and Ororo. Rogue tried to pull you in, but you stayed and told them you had to full up the table. Rogue gave you a sad smile and Bobby made you promise that he would get a least one dance tonight. Rogue lightly punched his arm and you just laughed and crossed your fingers, telling him that he will definitely get that dance.

You walked to the table and saw half of all the food and plates where almost completely gone. You made your self a cup of punch and made a face at the funny taste. You looked up and Warren was smiling at you and you instantly knew that he spiked the punch. He probably messed with the brownies too. God, this mansion was so full of much sin. You shook your head and continued to drink. At least you knew the drink would make this party a little bit more fun.

You were filling back up the last chip bowl when you felt hands wrap around your waist and familiar lips kiss your neck. “Come dance with me.”

“I can’t. I gotta fill the food up. Geez, do you know how much food these kids can eat?”

“It’s okay. There’s enough food. Now come dance. It’s my birthday.” He kissed you again.

“Okay. Okay.” Hank held your hand and led you to the middle of the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held your waist tightly close to his body. He swayed you back and forth even though the song wasn’t a slow one and everyone around you was jumping up and down to the beat.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing all week. You did this all by yourself?”

“Well not entirely by myself. Jubilee helped me set up and Peter helped her with the decorations and everything. But I planned this for you. You needed one day where you weren’t so stuck up in that lab of yours. And I thought what perfect way to do it than a surprise birthday party! So, were you surprise?”

“Actually, I really was. No one has ever thrown me a surprise birthday party before.”

“Are you serious?” Your mouth dropped.

“Nope, this is my first one. And I have you to thank. You are the greatest girlfriend ever. I love you so much.”

Hank was kissing you and you pulled back. “Oh. Your birthday present!” You dragged him to the table and gave him a small blue box with a gold ribbon. He opened it and pulled out a lab coat with “Hank P. McCoy, PhD” perfectly inscribed on the top left above the pocket. He laughed when he pulled out a small bow tie with the periodic table printed on it.

“I know it’s not much. And I know it’s not the greatest present ever but I -” You were cut off when Hank pulled you into a kiss.

“I love it. And I love you.” Hank gave you a quick peck on the check and you smiled.

You leaned in and seductively whispered, “And that’s only part one. Part two is back in our bed.” You moved Hank’s hand up to your waist and showed him that the dress was the only thing that you were wearing tonight. You bite your lip and Hank gave you his little smirk that you loved.

“Happy birthday babe.” You pulled Hank into a kiss and he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in, closing any space left between the two of you. Hank pulled back to catch his breathe but you pulled on his collar and brought his lips back to yours. Hank put one hand on your ass and the other on the small of your back holding you close. You brushed your fingers through his soft brown hair as you kiss him back, needing him.

You heard a loud roar of “oohs” and whistles and you pulled back and saw that the entire party was watching your small makeout session. You felt you face burn red with embarrassment and you hid it in Hank’s neck when someone, most likely Alex, scream “Get a room!”

Luckily, Jean came and pulled you and Hank and screamed “Time to blow out the candles!”. Peter rolled the big cake topped with edible beakers and test tubes full of sparkler candles. As everyone was singing the birthday song, Hank leaned in and said “Thank you so much. You’re the only thing I could ever want. I love you.”

That one was mine

Blindspot fanfic.

A short fic based very loosely on the promo for this week’s epsiode (2x17, “Solos”). I actually don’t mind Oliver that much, but I’m ready for him to get out of Jeller’s way now.

“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Oliver apologized for the fifth time. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this, and I had no idea, of course, that they’d know you…”

Jane tuned him out. It didn’t matter how Oliver’s smarmy arms-dealing former associates had gotten their hands on them, once they’d recognized “Remy,” they’d realized they could get a lot more for ransoming her back to Shepherd than they’d get from kidnapping Oliver now-Kind.

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She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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Lady Angel

A/N: i havent written in months, literally months so im sorry if this sucks. nobody asked for this so yikes. this is also six pages on google docs so pls like it bc i worked hard on it. also spot the kurt vonnegut quote :) im also very bad at titles my b.

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word count: 2,700 (exactly)(yikes)

“Dude, just ask her out already,” Sam said slapping Bucky on the shoulder, pulling him out of his dazed state.

“Ha yeah right,” Bucky grumbled as he turned to face Wilson.

“Listen man, I’ll punch you in face so you can visit her in the med bay,” Sam snickered.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Bucky said scoffing.

“Yeah, I would love it actually. A girl like that won’t stay single forever man,” Sam said and both his and Bucky’s eyes went back to observing you throw your head back with laughter with the other nurses who work in the med bay.

“Jesus, I know,” Bucky replied in frustration, running his metal hand through his hair. Sam was about to say something back but was interrupted when Steve walked by them and said, “we got a mission. Meet at the jet in 10. Suit up,” before swiftly walking away.

“Stop drooling,”  Sam commented as he turned his attention back to Bucky.

“Shut up,” Bucky snarled as he got up and started to head towards the locker room.

“Seriously man! Ask her out!” Sam shouted, chuckling as he saw Bucky flip him off before turning a corner.

It was a quiet day at the med bay. A few agents in training passed through with minor injuries sustained during combat training, nothing too bad. You were finishing a chart when the squeak of the intercom disrupted the silence.

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Number Game- Kurt Wagner- 34

Requested by: Anonymous

You sat on your bed, watching some random show at the moment, to keep yourself busy. Something creaked outside of your door, causing you to look up.


You furrowed your eyebrows, shrugging it off, looking back to the computer, suddenly something touched your back, causing you to shoot upright, spinning around, to see nothing.

A shiver ran up your spine and you felt something press against your calf. Suddenly a hand clamped down over your mouth, pulling you up and against something hard.

“Did I scare you?” You recognized that voice.

You looked up, seeing Kurt smirking down at you causing you to growl lightly, shoving his hand off of your lips. “Jerk.” You said, turning to face him, crossing your arms.

“I don’t know whether to kiss you or to punch you for doing that.”

Kurt shrugged a little. “I think I like the first option a little better.” He said simply, as you rolled your eyes, thought a smile tugged to your lips as you leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You muttered as the two of you sat on your bed.

Kurt Wagner x Reader - Fights

Your mutation: Sensitive hearing and super strength
Word count: 1039
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Cursing

It was a clear day at the mansion. The sun was shining and you had found time to relax. No training, no missions, no classes, just relaxation. You had asked Kurt to meet you by the small pond for lunch about 10 minutes ago, but your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. Normally, Kurt would always be early, so it was strange that he wasn’t here yet. You sighed, getting up from the bench to go look for the blue boy.

The main hall was full of students passing by as usual. Then, you heard yelling coming from upstairs. You glanced around, trying to see if anyone else could hear it. No one could, so you went to check it out. As you walked up the steps, you spotted Warren Worthington III, aka Angel. You never could stand the boy as he always bullied Kurt.

“Come on you little bitch! Afraid to fight?” Warren laughed. That explains the yelling; Warren was a fierce fighter with extreme anger issues. Suddenly, the smell of sulfur filled your nose. Kurt.

“Nein! I do not want to fight, Warren!” you heard the blue boy cry out. The angel began to walk forward; people stared, too scared to do anything to stop him. You rushed forward just as Warren grabbed Kurt by his collar.

“Get your hands off of him!” You shouted, grabbing Warren and shoving him down. The angel boy landed on the ground a few feet away. You looked at Kurt making sure he was alright.

“Are you okay, babe? Did he hurt you? I swear, Warren, if I didn’t want to stay at Xavier’s I’d kick your ass right now.” You fumed.

“Need your girlfriend to save you Wagner?” Warren sneered, standing up. He walked towards you, trying to intimidate you.

“Why can’t you leave him alone, Warren? Didn’t you have enough time fighting in that ring? Can’t you just stop hurting people? I thought after Apocalypse, you would’ve learned your lesson.” You gave him a smile as his face turned red, both with anger and embarrassment. Kurt’s tail wrapped around your waist, making sure you didn’t lunge forward to punch Warren in the face.

“Don’t be a bitch, (Y/N). Guys don’t tend to find that attractive.” Warren smirked at you. You were just about to punch the winged boy in his face when Kurt spoke up.

“Hey! You don’t talk about her like that! Ever. She is the most kind, most vonderful girl in the vorld. She is only rude to people who are bullies, like you. Now leave us alone.” Kurt was angrier than you had ever seen him. Your waist began to hurt because of how tight his grip on you was. Warren frowned, obviously taken aback by the fact that Kurt had stood up for himself and you.

By now, Charles and Hank had heard the commotion and had arrived upstairs.

“Warren, Kurt, (Y/N)! My office. Now!” Charles yelled. Warren glared at the two of you before turning to go to Charles’ office. Kurt quickly teleported you both down there.

“I am so sorry, mein liebling! I vas not meaning to stand you up. He just got in the vay. Again.” Kurt sighed. Warren wouldn’t leave him alone, ever. When Warren arrived, Kurt tried to be nice. He even offered to show Warren around the school. Something about Kurt triggered Warren and made him very angry. Perhaps Kurt reminded him too much of his fighting days. All you knew was that Warren was going out of his way to hurt your boyfriend.

When it first started, it was just insults. You tried to get Kurt talk to Charles about it, but he refused.

“He vas there for longer than I vas. It is natural for people who have gone through traumatic events to lash out. Give him time, liebling.” He had said. Then, Warren threatened to get physical with Kurt. Once again, you told him to go to Charles. Once again, Kurt refused. This was the first time Warren had gotten close to actually injuring Kurt and it would be the only time.

“You are going to tell Charles everything Kurt. He needs to make sure you are safe. In case you are forgetting, you were abused in a circus and then put into a mutant fighting ring. Yet you are one of the kindest people, if not the kindest person I know. Just because he went through something doesn’t mean he gets to bully you.” You gave Kurt a light kiss on the cheek. He smiled at you. The two of you took a seat in front of Charles’ desk. Warren, Hank and Charles arrived a few moments later.

“(Y/N). I want to hear from you first. Then Warren, then Kurt. No interrupting, no objecting. I do not tolerate fighting between students and I am handling this situation now.” Charles fumed.

“It started a few months ago, when Warren showed up.” You began. You told Charles everything, even that you pushed Warren down. Charles had a strict no fighting policy and while Warren would get in trouble for bullying Kurt, you would get in trouble for getting in a physical altercation. Warren then gave his side of the story, which was utter lies. Kurt then gave his, which was the whole truth.

“Well, Warren. You will be in detention with me for the next few months. Everyday between classes, you are to come here. When classes begin, I will allow you to leave. On the weekends, if I see you near Kurt, you will get a longer detention. (Y/N). You will have a week long detention for engaging in a physical altercation. That is all. You are all dismissed.” Charles sighed. He hated having to punish any of his students.

Kurt teleported you both out to the pond, where the two of you had planned to have your lunch date.

“You were great, Kurt. That was very brave what you did.” You gave Kurt a smile and a kiss on the cheek. He blushed, pulling you into a hug.

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispered, so soft even you could barely make it out with your hearing abilities.

“I love you too, Kurt.”

Yay! I decided to write Kurt today! I have a Peter one coming up that someone requested and that should be up at about 6pm EST! I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open!


*A/N: This is a short story, and it’s from season 1
Also Y/F/S means your favorite song*
You hated your first day of school. You were just gonna keep you head down until someone with bright blue eyes caught your attention. You were just walking in the halls when you noticed some jock walking up to this boy with a slushy in his hand. You were walking behind the boy with blue eyes and the jock was walking towards you both. You knew what was gonna happen but for some reason you didn’t want to let that happen. You sped up your pace walking just ahead of this boy as the jock met the boy. The jock got ready to throw his slushy at the blue eyed boy when you grabbed it out of his hand. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.
“Hey you bitch!” You froze and turned around to see most everyone in the hall staring at you. Great. The jock walked up to you.
“Oh I’m sorry. Is this yours?” You heald up the slushy.
“Here have it back.” You launched the slushy at the jock, hitting him directly in the face. Everyone froze. You smiled and walked to the nearest trashcan and threw away the empty slushy cup. You were walking away when you heard running behind you. You braced for a punch thinking that it was the jock.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You turned around and saw the boy with blue eyes. You smiled.
“I know, but you needed help so why not. Besides that outfit would take forever go clean.” The blue eyed boy smiled.
“I’m Kurt.” The boy smiled
“Come with me. I want to show you something…as a token of my thanks.” You smiled, there was something about this boy you trusted. You nodded. The boy sped up his walking pace, you quickened your pace as well. You had no idea where you were going but you trusted him.
“Where are we going?” You asked out of curiosity
“The auditorium. What’s your favorite song?” Kurt asked. You thought about it for a minute.
“Y/F/S” Kurt nodded. He opened the door to a large auditorium.
“Take a seat.” He motioned to the rows of chairs. You took a seat and waited. Soon you heard the fimiliar tune to Y/F/S and you smiled knowing what was going to happen. Kurt walked onto the stage and started singing the song, in perfect pitch too. You smiled and sang along in your head knowing every word. At the end of the performance you stood up and clapped. Kurt smiled.
“Kurt! That was amazing where did you learn to sing like that?!” You asked still shocked at how good he was. He smiled and laughed and replied with two words, glee club.


You were so done with Sebastian. First he tries to break up your brother, Kurt and his boyfriend Blaine and then he hit Blaine with the rock salt slushie last night. He came to Mckinley today and walked into auditorium. You were ready to  punch him in his smirking face.

“God I hate the stench of public schools” “..and you sir and get the hell out” I said “Y/N, calm down” “No Finn I won’t calm down! He’s tried so hard to hurt my brother and my now my best friend is in the hospital! I’m pissed!” I said. I turned back to Sebastian, smirk still on his face trying not to laugh. “Wipe that smirk off of your face Smythe. You don’t realize how hard it is not to punch you in the face. You’re just so frustrating” “I make you  frustrated?” he asked “Sexually?” 

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[Prompt: abused!pastel!dan and punk!phil, dan gets badly hurt and flees his abusers’ house only to run into scary phil, but it’s okay because phil is nice to dan and makes dan feel safe [do you have any fics like that? like multiple fics or even a tag?]

damn this is long as f (2.8k words daMN MAN) but we got like 3 genres in here wow

dan says thank you about 39 times oops (also: that massage fic is nearly finished!!!)

[Contains: abuse, mentions of rape, blood, asphyxiation (being choked), punk phil wow,  fluff ooh, flirty dan, phil taking care of dan!!!!!, literally the fluffiest smut ever :DDDD]

Dan cowers in the corner of the dark bedroom in a dingy apartment, hearing the yelling voice get closer to his room. His boyfriend, Kurt, got drunk yet again and he’s on his rampage, as usual. Dan bites his lip as he hopes and prays to any God that he can think of that he doesn’t come in here-

Well, that didn’t work.

“Dan?! Get your fucking ass over here!” his boyfriend yells after he kicks in the door.

Dan flinches, he doesn’t want to move. Dan literally can’t see anything else that could save him from this other than death.

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Seeing Double

(Rated R I think)
A while ago, @saberghatz led me to the canon theory that says Kurt as two dicks…
Do I support this?
Yes I do.
And I was also told a little while ago that I should do a little something more with my headcanons (if you know what I mean *wink*) and I am so scared to do this but FUCK IT YOLO DON’T HATE ME AH.
Warren loved Kurt.
And although he RARELY mentions it in public around other people, Kurt knows it. He knows that Warren is shy about that kind of stuff, because Warren has never had that kind of relationship with anyone before. For Warren, it was always a one night stand; people who wouldn’t leave him alone until he finally gave in and would fuck them senseless and be gone within a few hours. That was it. And for a long time, that was what Warren believed he wanted- he was too good for a long term relationship with ‘I love you’s. He didn’t deserve an ‘I love you.’
And Kurt knew this; he knew Warren had never experienced- been too scared to- having a real, loving relationship with someone.
So when Warren first looked at Kurt, back in the cage when the blue boy was thrown into the ring with nothing but shitty clothes and pure fear, he knew he was hooked.
The thought of Kurt had eaten away at him- dug into his mind and took root. Warren tried to forget him, wanted to be with every person he could so Kurt would be drowned out and Warren could remember what he deserved and where he belonged.
But every time it ever came to doing anything between the time of his release of the cage and joining Apocalypse, he couldn’t do it.
He’d get them where he wanted them- and bail. He thought the metal wings were supposed to make him strong. He should able to do whatever he wanted. But damn, this strange blue boy was so stuck in his head he couldn’t do anything with anyone. So he forgot as much as he could- he focused on Apocalypse and taking over the world. Destroyed as much as he could and did what the God said. Maybe he could win his approval so he would wipe Warren’s mind of any memories of the blue kid so he could get back to fucking, and leaving.
And boy, did Warren really lose it when the kid showed up on the battle field. Warren had went straight for him, and as much as it had pained him- he knew he had to kill him. Kill him so Warren get those stupid feelings out of his head and heart. But Warren hadn’t realized just how deep the blue boy was in his mind , and he hesitated a split second- losing a fight for the first time in his life.
But destiny had other plans for him- and Warren soon found himself in the very house of his dreamy blue boy, and living right next to him.
It took exactly one year and a month for Warren to open up and forget the past; move on and make peace with the X Men.
He had a home, so he couldn’t complain.
And he also had the boy- Kurt he was told- right down the hall.
The name rang in his ears and put him to sleep peacefully.
For a few weeks, Warren avoided him- the much too strong feelings continuing to rot his brain into rolling over and giving Kurt whatever he wanted with a stupid love struck heart.
But what Warren hadn’t known is that Kurt felt the same exact way.
Only Kurt hadn’t struggled with his personal self and reputation. Instead he had fought against with what his religion said, and what his heart said. And then there was the fact that Kurt had grown up hiding himself down there because people on Earth didn’t have two of, well… he doesn’t like talking about it.
And there was also the fact that according to nearly every Christian and Catholic, a man was not to lay with another man.
So when his heart ran far from his chest and attached itself to the one and only Angel of Death, he knew he was in trouble.
People knew Warren Worthing the Third was a horndog never to be tamed; and they knew was pure and sweet.
Surely they wouldn’t ever hook up for good and seriousness, would they?
But fate be told, they did.
And Warren was suddenly very happy that he had hesitated that one second in the jet.
It had been six months since the day Kurt opened up to Warren and agreed to let the angel take him out.
Out meaning to Warren’s most favorite bar and fighting ring in town. He really wasn’t good with first dates.
He had panicked at Kurt’s sudden scared look at all the big, mean, intimidating drunk people and mutants shoving into each other throwing bottles, and had pulled him to his side immediately.
Kurt tensed for a second at Warren’s leather jacket suddenly plastered to his right side and his wing around his other, but relaxed just as fast.
Something about being right there, with Warren’s wing on one side and his body on the other… Kurt knew he belonged.
Warren fought against his blush the best he could- looking up and away from Kurt’s small, skinny, helpless body against his as he shielded him from anyone stupid enough to lay their hands on him- and failed miserably.
And when Kurt looked up to see Warren’s heated cheeks, he did the same.
Awkward- he thought. Warren couldn’t be drunk already, could he? They had just got there, so why was he…..
Kurt put the thought aside, and had followed at Warren’s side throughout the night as Warren drank and cheered on fights in the back, never letting Kurt out of his sight.
The night had been going surprisingly good; Kurt glad that he had a safe place under Warren’s feathery wing and against his now warm jacket; but all stopped when an old friend of Warren’s opened his mouth.
“New toy?” He had asked in a sneer down at Warren- his friends laughing as Warren looked up in confusion. Toy? What did-
Before Kurt could ask what the giant man had meant by his question, Warren was gone from his side and on the bastard in a flash.
After a few punches, the owner had come out and grabbed Warren by his shirt collar, tossing him out the door and onto the wet sidewalk.
Kurt hadn’t left his mind for a second, and as soon as Warren was on his feet, now in the rain, the door slammed in his face.
Fuck. He thought. First date and he kills the kid. Not good.
But just as he was about to fly to the roof and go in through the stairs, he heard the familiar bamf behind him and whipped around, seeing Kurt.
Fuck, I’m sorry Kurt, I just-” Kurt cut him off with- what is this? A hug!? Wow, he hadn’t a hug in… well, ever.
Warren didn’t waist a second before slowly returning the gesture. “Uh… you’re not mad? This wasn’t exactly the first date I had in mind, but…”
“It vas amazing.”
“Really?” Warren can’t help the giddy smile forming on his face.
“Yes, of course. You vere happy, I like seeing you happy…” Kurt said quietly looked up at him, smiling when he saw the happy expression on Warren’s face.
“You do?”
“Of course,” It was a whisper. “But vhat did he mean by 'new toy’?”’ Warren nearly melted on the spot at how damn innocent and sweet Kurt was. He really didn’t deserve him.
“Uh… I… I mean-” Fuck, how was Warren supposed to explain his history where sex was concerned to Kurt like this!?
“You mean, how you…. never stayed vith vone person?” Kurt spoke up in a quiet, shy whisper, frowning and looking down at Warren’s collar bones jutting from his shirt.
“Uh…. yeah…” Warren whispered back. Kurt looked away at the ground, loosening his grip on Warren just a bit.
“But I’d like to change that…” Warren whispered, and put a hand up to cup Kurt’s cheek. And Warren would give anything to see the hope and joy that spread across Kurt’s face and eyes over and over again.
Warren had flown them home that night and walked Kurt to his room, putting him to bed, (under Jeans secret but obvious watchful eye) before leaving and going to his own room; happier than a fawn in his first run.
Now six months later; here they were.
Kurt pressed against Warren’s bed with the angel on top of him, each panting in a flurry of sloppy kisses and grabbing at each other’s clothes.
Warren never would have thought he’d be here, with the man of his dreams, ready to give the love of his life all of himself in something Warren hadn’t done in a long time.
And Kurt never would have thought the angel would have swept him off his feet and carried him away to be his; his heart finally happy where it’s longed to be.
But here they were. Together. All of each other. Nothing but one another.
Warren had shed his shirt; taking Kurt’s off gently right after as the blue mutant smiled at him shyly, but happier than ever. Warren had kissed him sweetly as he traced his fingers over Kurt’s scars and markings; easing his insecurity into nothing as he soon proved to Kurt just how much he loved that blue body of his.
It was when Warren had them laid back with Kurt below him on the bed, and reached for Kurt’s belt; his tongue filling Kurt’s mouth as his fingers looped between it and his pants; that Kurt pushed him away suddenly and gasped.
“Varren-” Kurt breathed as his eyes went wide.
“Shit, what’s wrong?” Warren was off him in an instant and looking at him with worry and concern for his love. In the past, Warren would have shut up someone’s complaints or fears with nasty kisses as he would rip away at them anyway and pound into them with no care at all.
But this was Kurt. His Kurt. His love. His life.
And Warren damn well cared about him. Which was new to him, but a good new. A new he wanted to explore and learn, so he could treat Kurt like the king he was.
“Nozing! I just-” Kurt cut himself off as he scrambled to sit up,  holding his pants up with a tight hand.
“Kurt, we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready-” Warren whispered and scooted to sit next to him slowly. And all though his pants screamed at him otherwise, he kept them on and paid attention to Kurt; putting his love before his own wants and needs for the first time ever.
“No! No, it’s not zhat! I just… I, uh,” Kurt stuttered and felt his face go deep purple. He shifted his feet restlessly on the bed cover, his tail swaying madly, and Warren frowned.
“Kurt, talk to me, it’s ok,” Warren said gently and put his hand on Kurt’s neck where he knew he loved it and rubbed his thumb in little circles. Kurt visibly relaxed a little at the touch, but still avoided Warren’s eyes and clearly wasn’t ready for…. something.
Warren was about to abandon ship and just lay with him until Kurt was ready to talk, but the blue mutant suddenly spoke up. “I am… not right, down zhere,” he coughed a little, and Warren could feel the heat radiating off of him as his eyes darted from Warren to the bed.
“Whatd'a mean?” Warren asked quietly, eyebrows furrowing as he was worried something was very wrong.
“I u-uh, am not like ozer humans or mutants…”
“Well of course not, you’re much better.”
“No, I mean I…” Kurt froze and sighed. “I’m sorry Varren… I shouldn’t have vaited and ruined it vor you, I understand if you vant me to leave…” He said sadly and closed his eyes. Warren chose to ignore the small tears gathering at his lashes and leaned forward to slowly, slowly kiss Kurt’s neck under his ears like he knew the blue boy loved. “I could never want you to leave, you know that?” He pulled away to whisper against Kurt’s ear as he kissed the small point of it lightly and brushed his lips over the skin. “You can tell me anything, I promise babe.”
Kurt sighed shakily and took a deep breath in, relaxing against Warren and moving his tail to drag the spade up Warren’s thigh as he leaned his head into Warren’s touch.
“You might not like me zough…”
“I couldn’t never not like you.”
Kurt bit his bottom lip, and Warren leaned him forward to wrap his wing securely around them as Kurt began to shake a little. He lifted his three fingers to stroke a long feather, and rested his head on Warren’s shoulder.
Warren couldn’t see his eyes, but he knew they were closed in a frown. “You can see, but… it’s ok if you don’t vant me…” There was something broken about Kurt’s voice, as if someone had hurt Kurt before for whatever reason he was about to tell Warren, and that made the angel want to rip apart anyone who would put the love of his life through this much pain.
Kurt’s hands messed with the rim of his pants nervously, and he depsreatley wanted to pull them down to show Warren and get it over with, but was terrifiedof what his reaction would be.
“Kurt, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This isn’t some test-” Warren sat forward to lift Kurt’s head, looking at his teary yellow eyes and brushing his thumb over his cheek with a small frown.
“But I must… if you vant… zis, then I have to…”
“It’s ok, I promise. What, is it some, 'pants on’ kink? Because if so I can totally work with that,” Warren smirked and winked at him. “Or, what, do you have some crazy tattoo that you totally regret? Because that’s awesome. Ooooor, is it a scar? Because you know I have tons of those,” he smiled and leaned forward to burry his lips into Kurt’s neck and kiss him. Kurt giggled loudly and leaned back at the touch, smiling widely as he gave Warren more room.
“No, it’s none of zose,” he said in a quiet laugh as Warren kissed a trail up his neck.
“What, you got two dicks or something?” Warren smiled as he joked, lips still glazing over Kurt’s neck.
But he stopped when Kurt froze. The hand Warren had on his cheek now felt cold as Kurt held his breath, and he pulled away.
“Kurt?” He looked at him and frowned, the smile leaving each of their faces.
“Uh…” Kurt looked at him as if Warren had a hand raised to hit him, and the Angel cocked his head a little.
“Wait, do you!?” Warren exclaimed and smiled widely as things clicked into place, and he sat up in excitement.
“I-I…” Kurt stuttered and moved back a little, looking down as his toes curled and he let go of Warren; hands moving to wrap around himself.
“Kurt.” Warren was firm now, and Kurt looked up at him.
“Yes.” It’s a small, quiet answer. But Warren hears  it, and sees the subtle shift from fear to worry in Kurt’s eyes.
“Are you serious?” Warren raised an eyebrow, his voice flat.
“Yes.” Its even quieter than before, almost not enough to hear. But Warren does, he leans forward.
The only sound is Kurt’s heavy, nervous breath, and the bed shifting as Warren moves to lay Kurt back on Warren’s soft wing on the bed, and leans over him.
Kurt is surrounded in nothing but white feathers glowing almost yellow from the rooms lamp, and Warren above him. It was on special nights where Kurt would find Warren in all of his beauty.
When Warren would look so soft and gentle, glowing in the dim light of their shared room as Warren would allow himself to real completely. As he would allow himself to let his wings fall limp over him and Kurt; drifting away in a peaceful slumber as Kurt would run his hands through Warren’s golden hair and hold him close.
It was moments like these that Kurt was reminded of why he loved his angel so much.
Because Warren was perfect.
And Kurt wasn’t. Kurt was abnormal- weird and gross. He couldn’t even look at himself properly in the mirror when he would step out of the shower or get dressed in the morning. While everyone loved Warren. Kurt was the devil of the two. And he couldn’t help but think that what he was about to would ruin everything.
Warren would look at him like everyone else did- he would glare, wince away, back off and leave. Leave Kurt alone with his stupid parts and ugly body. Oh, what was Kurt thinking!? Of course Warren would want this with him eventually, he was so stupid to-
“Kurt,” Kurt is snapped from his thoughts to see Warren above him, looking down with nothing but love and concern. But, that couldn’t be right, could it? Kurt surely didn’t deserve this from someone so perfect. He hadn’t believed before that Warren would stick around for a relationship. He was sure the angel would get bored and leave, Kurt never having to pull his pants down and show Warren what he was.
But they had made it this far. Warren hadn’t become bored with him. They were here, so many months later and ready for something so much more. And Kurt knew he could trust Warren with himself. Something inside of him let him know that Warren wouldn’t leave him, not for this.
“Yes…” Kurt looks up at him with hopefulness written in his eyes, nodding in approval for Warren to take over.
And as Warren’s fingers slowly brushed down over Kurt’s small abs and belly button, earning a small shiver from the blue mutant, Warren leaned down to kiss him gently. “You ok?” He asked Kurt quietly against his lips as he undid his belt, and then zipper, making sure not to go too fast.
Kurt nods, breathless, and tips his head back just a little for Warren to kiss his chin and jaw as he closed his eyes.
A small pang of fear fills deep in Kurt’s heart and chest, but is muffled out quickly from Warren’s gentle hands and loving kisses.
Warren stops when Kurt’s pants are undone and ready, and looks at him. Kurt meets his eyes, and Warren gently presses his lips to Kurts. He moves his wing to cover them more, and pulls away to look down at him in all seriousness. “You good?” Warren whispers.
Kurt nods, but closes his eyes as Warren kissed him one last time and sits up.
Kurts hands are shaking, and he grips Warren’s knees by his thighs as the angel sits above him to straddle his legs with Kurt between him.
He closes his eyes as tight as he can, and tries not to move his legs up and squirm. His tail sways quickly and stiffly at his side, and Warren lifts his wings just a bit more.
“Shhh,” Warren whispers soothing noises as he takes the rim of Kurt’s pants between his fingers, and evenly pulls them down. He gets them to the middle of Kurt’s thigh- just enough in case Kurt backs out and changes his mind, but just enough to see.
Warren can tell by looking at Kurt only in his underwear that he not only ready for what they planned to do, but yes, indeed, he was quiet different.
Warren can’t stop his loving smile from forming at Kurt’s quiet gasp as he is nearly revealed, and moves his hips a little shyly between Warren’s legs. “You ok? Or do you want me to stop here?” He asks Kurt in a happy whisper and puts his hands down to gently rub Kurt’s sides, relaxing him.
“N-no, it’s fine, keep going,” Kurt breathes and squirms a little again, but Warren can’t tell if it’s from fear or arousal.
Warren nods, though Kurt isn’t looking, and slowly takes the tight elastic waist of Kurt’s underwear in hand, and pulls down an inch. He shifts to get more comfortable, pausing a second to give Kurt one last chance to change his mind, and then pulls them all they way down.
Kurt gasps and squeezes his eyes shut, holding Warren’s knees and not looking at him.
And Warren is just proud of him. Proud that Kurt overcame his fear, and honored that he was the one to help him do it.
Wow.” He breathes at the sight of Kurt between him. Kurt has frozen, his tail stuck in the air and his breathing put on pause as Warren looks down on him. His quiet literal double-package Warren now looks at brings the angel to silence, and Kurt inwardly freaks out.
“I’m sorry! If it'z gross you can-” he stutters quickly as his heart races, but is cut off by Warren.
“Jesus, Kurt…” And Kurt is sure he hears a smile in his voice, but he’s too scared to look and instead keeps his eyes on Warren’s soft feathers beside him.
Kurt was about to lift his head to finally see his lovers reaction to his body, when Warren leans down and plants a big, wet, open kiss right on Kurt’s top penis, earning a sudden gasp from the blue mutant as he arches his hips against Warren’s mouth, making the angel smile.
Warren hums against Kurt as he lifts up a split second to put another kiss right above the first one, trailing just the tip of his tongue along him between his slightly parted lips.
Varren-” he looks up at Kurt’s breathy moan, and sits to lean up so his face is now right above Kurt’s.
“I didn’t think it was possible, but, you just got a hundred times more attractive,” Warren breathed. He can still feel the heat of Kurt on his lips, and keeps it alive by leaning down and kissing Kurt deeply; to which the blue boy replies with a quiet moan and gentle bite to Warren’s bottom lip. He trails small pecks up to Kurt’s ear and stops to drag it’s pointed tip between his teeth.
“This is going to be amazing,” he whispers when he pulls away, and Kurt let’s the breath he’d been holding out as he lifts his legs to wrap them around Warren’s waist, and Warren bathes in the warm thought and feeling of all two of Kurt pressed tightly against him.
This was sort of fun to write (and I’ll untag you Saber if you want to be removed, it’s ok)

10 reasons why Kurt Cobain wasn't murdered

1. None of Kurt’s bandmates, family, or friends believe that he was murdered.

2. Two of Kurt’s uncles committed suicide by self-inflicted gunshots to the head.

3. Kurt made a Super-8 film as a child depicting him killing himself.

4. Kurt reportedly told a classmate that he was going to become a famous rock star and then kill himself in a blaze of glory like Jimi Hendrix (believing Hendrix’ death was a suicide).

5. Kurt wrote in his published ‘Journal’ that he once tried to commit suicide by laying on train tracks only to have the train come down the wrong tracks.

6. Kurt Cobain’s lyrics were full of direct and veiled references to suicide:

Song: “I Hate Myself and Want To Die” – the name of a Nirvana song, the original title for the album “In Utero”, and Kurt shocked his bandmates by showing up to a show wearing a custom made T-Shirt with this phrase on it.

Song: “Milk It”
“Look on the bright side, suicide.”

Song: “Scentless Apprentice”
“I lie in the soil and fertilize mushrooms.
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume.
You can’t fire me because I quit!
Throw me in the fire and I won’t throw a fit.”

Song: “You Know You’re Right”
Lyrics (the song is loaded with a veiled suicide references):
“I would never bother you.
Never speak a word again.
I will crawl away for good…
Always knew it would come to this…
You Know You’re Right.”

7. Nirvana MTV Unplugged, Nov. 18, 1993. To me this was Kurt’s planned epitaph 5 months before his death:

Cobain suggested that the stage be decorated with stargazer lilies, black candles, and a crystal chandelier. Cobain’s request prompted the show’s producer to ask him, “You mean like a funeral?”, to which the singer replied, “Exactly. Like a funeral.”
-Charles R. Cross’ book “Heavier Than Heaven”, pg. 304.

5 of the 6 songs cover songs during Nirvana’s MTV ‘Unplugged’ performance mentioned death.

Some Common Kurt Cobain Murder Arguments & Rebuttals:

8. “If Kurt had taken a lethal heroin overdose he would not be able to pull the trigger.”

Heroin addicts have increasingly high drug tolerances. Even a lethal dose of heroin would not necessarily have instantly killed Kurt Cobain.

“A typical lethal injection death should be completed within 7 minutes. Often that time is exceeded, sometimes by 1 or 2 hours.”

That is with a lethal chemical cocktail designed to kill a person and stop their heart. If Kurt gave himself a “lethal heroin overdose” it would have still been possible for him to shoot himself before the drugs kicked in.

9. “There was hardly any blood. If Kurt blew his head off there would have been more blood.”

Kurt shot himself using a bird-shot shotgun round, remember George W. Bush’s VP Dick Cheney shooting incident with his hunting buddy? That involved a bird-shot. If fired into a person’s head through their mouth a bird-shot round would probably kill them but not necessarily penetrate through the back of their skull. This would explain why there was so little blood found at the scene and why the security installation technician who discovered Kurt said he looked like he was sleeping.

10. “Courtney Love hired someone to murder Kurt Cobain because they were going to get a divorce.”

Just hours after performing on Saturday Night Live on January 11, 1992, one week before ‘Nevermind’ hit number one on the charts, Kurt overdosed on drugs. Courtney Love found him at 7:00 am the next morning lying on the floor. She revived him by splashing water on his face and punching him in the stomach.

In July 1993, Kurt was scheduled to perform at the New Music Seminar in New York City. Prior to the show, Kurt shot up too much heroin which resulted in an accidental overdose. Courtney Love injected him with Narcan and then punched him in the chest. This resuscitated Kurt who went on to perform later that night as if nothing had happened.

Courtney reportedly saved Kurt’s life after overdosing on heroin on numerous other occasions. If Courtney had not saved Kurt’s back in 1992 Nirvana would be known for a singer who died from a heroin overdose just before their only hit album hit #1. Because of Courtney Kurt lived for 2 more productive years.

Two months before Cobain killed himself he attempted suicide in Rome, Italy overdosing on “Roofies” and champagne and allegedly wrote a suicide note. Courtney discovered him overdosed, rushed him to the hospital, and saved his life again.

If Courtney wanted Kurt dead she could have just let him overdose and die numerous times. I don’t believe Courtney was a stabilizing influence on Kurt’s life but I also don’t believe that she had any reason or need to have him killed. Even if they divorced she would still be set for life financially. Why would she suddenly want to murder him 2 months after saving his life?

Some people need to believe conspiracy theories about Kurt. The 1998 film “Kurt and Courtney” gave rise to many of these “Kurt was murdered” theories. But even the filmmaker Nick Bloomfield does not believe that Kurt was murdered. Kurt’s best friend, Dylan Carlson, who bought him the shotgun said, “If I really thought Courtney was involved, She would be dead now, I’d kill her…” If Kurt’s friends, family, and bandmates don’t believe he was murdered why do some of Kurt’s fans have to believe it like their lives depend on it?

Kurt Cobain and Nirvana changed the course of rock music for the better. I was, and still am, a huge Nirvana fan. Kurt is the only musician whose death has ever made me cry. I have read 4 books about him. I will always love Nirvana’s music, but I do find it hard to listen to Nirvana without being reminded of his tragic death. Anyone who uses heroin is basically flirting with death. Kurt called himself a “death rocker” in his suicide note. I think Kurt always had a death wish and it eventually just caught up with him. “Always knew it would come to this… Pain… You know you’re right.” It’s all right there in his last song. RIP Kurt Cobain. May your music live on forever.


Jealousy, a Kurtbastian fic 3,500+ words

This is my first time posting a fic and or writing something like this so beware. Also, this prompt was for my girl Cece. Jealous!seb is a weakness. 


“Rachel, I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Kurt said quietly as he watched Rachel set their makeshift bar in their apartment.

Rachel giggled as she arranged shot glasses, and watched as the red solo cups formed higher mountains on the table. The bottles of rum and vodka were all arranged delicately surrounding a huge punch bowl, and Kurt’s eyes widened as she began to pour random combinations of the two foul smelling liquids inside.

“Rachel!,” Kurt exclaimed, snatching one of the bottles out of her hand. “Are you trying to have a house warming party or send everyone to the hospital?”.

“Just trying to throw the party of the year, babe!” Rachel said she grabbed the gallon of fruit punch on the table. “Maybe you’ll actually loosen up tonight and finally muster up the courage to tell Sebastian how much you LOOOVE him,” she said mockingly as she danced around her best friend.

Kurt rolled his eyes and groaned. “Like that’s going to happen. He just sees me as our friend, we’ve been over this how many times, Rachel?” Kurt said brokenly, taking a seat on the couch. The brunette followed him, somehow already having a glass of her demon-punch concoction in her hand.

“I mean, come on. He’s like, insanely gorgeous, plays lacrosse.. what do I do? Sing showtunes and change up my afternoon smoothie occasionally? I’m so in over my head,” Kurt said, putting his face in his hands.

Kurt felt like he had the same thoughts swirling in his head for weeks now. Sebastian had recently just became close with him and Rachel when they somehow ended up sitting next to him in one of the worst classes ever. With a few late night homework sessions and lunch dates, Sebastian had immersed himself into Rachel and Kurt’s quiet lives.

Kurt really only had Rachel to lean on before Sebastian came along, and well, that came with its price, and now it felt like he was trapped inside some twisted love story. Sebastian was gorgeous. And gay. And available. And perhaps the greatest, most sarcastic, asshole slut he had ever met.

But that smirk…

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“Jack in the Box” - Kurt/Blaine

Written for @whatstheproblembaby, a winner in my “Yay 1,000 followers” giveaway! <3

Prompt: protective!Blaine

So here’s season 2 Klaine, set during “A Night of Neglect!”

me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

1,500 words | read on AO3

Blaine imagined something different for his tour of McKinley. He has been here with Kurt just once before, but only briefly and externally. The courtyard had been gray, cold, unforgiving metal and stone. The caustic encounter they experienced on the stairs did nothing to make the place seen any less so, though tempers had run hot and emotions high.

He has pictured McKinley as a war zone of sorts since then. He imagined something dirtier, less maintained maybe, something more bleak and fitting for the things he knows have gone down inside these walls. After all, just like that day on the staircase, Kurt has struggled here, fought here, and had countless intangible things taken from him here. But the interior of this school is bright and spirited in the dim after-hours lighting. Cozy and peaceful, even.

Blaine glances over at Kurt as he guides him through the halls. Kurt looks at this place nostalgically, fondly if Blaine didn’t know any better, though Kurt still seems rather reserved. But Blaine can see it in his eyes and the little quirk to his lips: whatever sadness tints his nostalgia, the nostalgia is there, all the same. And nostalgia always makes things more pleasant in memory than they were in reality, but Kurt is not naive or a coward, so any place he sees this way couldn’t have been all bad, could it?

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Ficlet: How horrible it is that people have to grow up

Kurt and Blaine’s thirteen year old daughter gets her period and Blaine is upset when she wants Kurt instead of him. 2100 words of schmoopy daddies klaine.

The title is a mangled quote from Anne of the Island


It’s a Friday. A Friday before a long weekend even, and Kurt keeps telling Blaine to stop being such a pushover. So he’s trying. He really is. But she’s just making it so difficult.

“Daddy, I mean it. I don’t feel well. I need to stay home from school.”

“Sweetpea, I know you don’t want to go to school, but it’s only one more day and you’re off for three.” And because her big, blue eyes are making the guilt creep up his throat, he pulls out the big guns. “You know what Dad will say.”

“Dad will let me stay home if I ask him. In fact, I want him.”

“Katie—” But she’s calling out for Kurt, her voice more and more desperate as she repeats his name. Blaine’s hand falls from her forehead where he’d been resting it, checking to be sure she didn’t have a temperature. But she has no signs of illness. She seems perfectly fine, but for the fact that she’s curled up in her bed and refuses to budge an inch to get ready for school.

Kurt comes bustling into the room. “What’s all the fuss about?” he asks, fiddling with his tie. “I’m trying to get ready for work.”

“Katie says she isn’t feeling up to going to school,” Blaine explains. “I already told her—”

Katie cuts across him, reaching a hand out for Kurt, her eyes imploring. “Can I talk to you in private please, Dad?”

Blaine feels like he was sucker punched in the gut. Kurt turns to give him a look, his brow quizzical, and Blaine shrugs at him. He has no idea what their daughter can say to Kurt that she doesn’t want to say in front of Blaine. And honestly, he’s the slightest bit devastated. He nods his head and backs out of the room, watching as Kurt seats himself on the edge of Katie’s mattress, his fingers sweeping her thick, brown hair off of her face.

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