REQUEST TIME. so imagine kurt and the reader being really close so sometimes he
just teleports into her room to talk. Well one time he teleports into her room
while she’s changing and he’s paralyzed because he’s a good catholic boy and
she’s in her underwear but he’s also a teenager with a huge crush on her and
she’s in her underwear. And then things are awkward and the reader has to
convince him he’s not going to hell for having “unseemly thoughts” about the
Awwwww my poor little babyyyy.
It was a nice sunny day at X-Mansion. You
were getting ready to go into town with your best friend Kurt and a few others,
so you were changing into a cute outfit for a day out. You were standing there,
dressed only in your black sports bra and black spandex short shorts.
“Hey (Y/N), can I-” Kurt stopped, eyes wide
in terror. He was stuck, mentally and physically, staring at you for a long
Suddenly he was gone, leaving you standing
there, cheeks burning red. You slipped a Star Wars t-shirt over your bra and
hopped into a pair of bright yellow jeans before dashing down the hall to Kurt’s
“Kurt?” You asked, leaning in the doorway.
You could make out his figure, sitting in the corner of the room. He was
praying, hands folded, and rocking himself. “Kurt, are you okay?”
“N-No,” he shook his head, not daring to look
up at you. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Kurt,” You walked over and knelt in front of
him, brushing hair away from his eyes and tucking it behind his pointed ear.
“I’m sorry,” He squeaked. “I-I didn’t mean to…I
didn’t know you vere…”
“Kurt, it’s okay.” You tried to console him,
putting your hand on his shoulder, but he teleported to the other side of the
“I’m sorry,” He repeated. “I saw you vhile
you vere exposed. I’ve sinned against God, and I’ve sinned against you,”
“I could have left sooner, but I didn’t.”
“You were in shock.”
“I tried to do somezhing, but…part of me didn’t
vant to,” he admitted, his cheeks darkening. He looked at you with worry. You
smiled a little, looking at him with pity and walking closer. His breath
hitched in his throat and he gulped nervously, heart racing.
“You’re a teenage boy. Of course you have…feelings,”
you said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“So you’re not mad?”
“Of course I’m not, Kurt,” you stepped closer
yet until there was barely any space between you. You looked up at him,
smiling. “And if you really do, have
feelings for me…well…they’re mutual.”
“I…vell, I just-” Kurt stopped, took a
breath, and then pulled you closer, kissing you full on the lips. You kissed
back, letting out all of your pent-up emotion, all of the feelings you had been
holding in for so long. He gripped your waist, holding you against him.
“Hey Kurt, the others are ready. Have you
seen (Y/N)?” asked Peter quickly, stopping when he saw you. You stopped kissing
and looked back at Peter, cheeks burning a bright shade of red. Kurt scratched
the back of his neck with one hand while the other was still wrapped tightly
around your waist. You buried your face into the cloth of Kurt’s red shirt,
trying to hide your blushing cheeks. “Oh. Nevermind. About time. Well. When you
two are done, we’re ready downstairs.”
“I, uh, I zhink ve’re good,” Kurt laughed a
little. You nodded.
“Yeah. We’re uh, we’re ready to go to the
“Oh, and by the way,” Peter said, smirking
mischievously. “You two are never going to hear the end of this.”
"I just don’t think too much that’s it is tiring. Since It's what I dreamt of ever since I was young, I always think it’s fun even though it’s tiring."
05/06 HAPPY BIRTHDAY 변백현 ♥
Happy Birthday to fearless Baekhyun. It’s been two years with you as your fan, and I couldn't be happier of have you in my life. Thank you for always be present, and for never give up even in the most difficult moments, those moments that the only thing you could do was cry of frustation. Please keep going, you’ve been through a lot but that has made you the person that you are today. Thanks for taking care of each member, thank you for make them feel good or make them laugh when they are all tired. Thanks for leave aside the thought that you aren’t good as the others, just because you have less practice. Thank you for letting us see your personality in many and varied forms. Each way more perfect than the other. I feel that each passing day, each passing hour, I like you again and you catch my attention as the first time. Thank you, it’s all I can say, thank you for this and for much more(i cry)